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I did. It seemed very nice to me. I had three when I was a kid; named 'mummy cat' and 'baby cats' collectively. But we lived on the marshes and they were basically feral. Would disappear for days then emerge like Rambo out of the jungle with blood and guts and bodies of various mammals. My grandfather always like to give them a stroke when he came over and they'd tear his elderly skin to ribbons with impunity.
Interesting fact: that cat is actually jumping backwards.
@Soul - this is something that comes up in our house a lot: does Pip need a little playmate. We've read contradictory stuff about it. Current thinking Chez Sparkes is that there's too much of a risk that they won't get on. When we have a house with a catflap and a garden then we'll risk it for a biscuit and get ALL THE CATS.