Buster
Buster belongs to my daughter. He's a feral rescue. There was a day when Buster wouldn't get close enough to anyone or anything, including food my daughter put out for him. Being the persistent little thing she is, it took a couple of years but she won the battle and now Buster lives on plump cushions, good food and has a pile of cat toys the envy of his housemates. Also, we've just discovered that Buster likes jazz. My daughter plays jazz for him while she's at work. I think pampered is the proper word for it.
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