Cat worked at the bead shop for many years, throwing herself under people’s feet (she preferred older ladies that were more likely to trip on her) to collect pats. Her favourite pastime however was to sleep under the lamps, and then sit up and startle the poor customers who had thought she was a statue. She enjoyed her retirement, but for a once-stray-cat that shared the guinea pigs feed, had a lot of hangups, including drinking only fresh running water, and being extremely picky with what she would eat. What was a favourite meal yesterday was almost almost guaranteed to be shunned the next. We’re going to miss our beautiful Cat.

Cobber spent his years at the bead shop getting into trouble - if you ever visited when we left the back door ajar, you could be certain of this rascal sneaking through to steal a pat.  Years of practice made us keep our lunches well out of way, but it wasn't unusual to find Cobber in the back room, dancing like a ballerina on tippy toes as he stole a sandwich off a top shelf.