I decided this weekend that because Ham always has his little tuxedo on that he’s a formal cat. And a troublemaker. He must be an MI6 Cat. Double-o nothing. Cat. Ham. Cat.
It’s hard to keep the fiction when the moment you say that he gets scared of an drawer opening…
So maybe it’s just Ham.
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