With the risk of being considered a complete looney, I will admit that I've kept Fister's brushed off fur, with the intention of making a pillow for his mother. I keep it in a big paperbag. Unfortunately, his mother got very sick last Easter and had to be put down. She was living in our backyard and had her own house there, but I thought, in the winter when it gets really cold, she could do with a bit of her son's lovely soft and warm fur to lay on.

Fister loves to be brushed - even on the tummy!