Sleeping cosily together are Trevor, Morriss and their brother whose name I can't recall. I gave them all back to the cat home soon after, as I was worried my girlfriend wouldn't like living with cats (I got them while she was away). Actually, she had no objection so I went back and chose two of them back again. Why not three? I'll never understand. Stupid decision. Morriss lived until he was 8, and died of some horrible cat illness and Trevor, well, he made it to 18.
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