Just finished this one...his name is Freddie the son of a wild rescue cat, who with lots of TLC has now become nice and friendly. His mum was born at a rubbish depot and was pregnant at 6 months. Workers at the depot were having bets to see who could run over the most cats. A nice soul I know rescued the girl, and she's the most loved cat I know. All her kittens went to nice homes, but Freddie got returned after a couple of months because he knocked over some ornaments when left at home on his own.
What's wrong with people?