We adopted another cat. We named it Seppy (originally Sep – Somebody Else’s Pussycat – but modified to adhere to the two-syllable rule of cat naming) and gave it a ramekin with some milk in. Very friendly pussycat, but didn’t return. They always run away once we give them names.
You went wrong with the ramekin. He looks like he’d prefer a saucer.
It’s like straight glass versus jar.
That cat am evil. It appears to be demanding small change.
The little bastard.
Do I detect a hint of Douglas Adams inspiration here, or am I looking too deeply?
It occurred to me after the event.