We used to have a Siamese boy who loved knitted gloves; he chewed one finger off and then was happy with it. He would search high and low for his "glovey" - we would hide it in some fairly random places that we thought he'd never find but he always did; he sometimes had to open doors/cupboards and climb onto shelves and under clothes, but he always found it.
Oh bless Actually, I bought some knitted toy mice yesterday - the Oriental Cat Association sells them on their club stall and they're rather popular with the girls. Poppy is still enamoured of the valerian mouse, so I will give the knitted mice to Felix.
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