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Stretched out at my feet, trying every conceivable wile, that cat simply refuses to believe I find him resistible. He’s used to being mollycoddled, idolised, the centre of attention. Eventually he stalks off, feigning disdain. His owner, helpless with laughter, offers to fetch antihistamine as sneezing and wheezing take hold.

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