Cats go mad in March, not only hares. They scramble to get into and onto all sorts of new and unexpected places.
My Vassily has adopted this kitchen radio, besides the chessboard, the laundry sack, the cosmetics box and the printer top. It wouldn't have been a great problem if he hadn't switched it off in the middle of the Archers or on – at full blast – in the middle of the night.
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