Pavel is just… wrong. I’ve never seen a cat so less concerned about sleeping on his back, splayed open to the world. He also has a habit of falling off the side of the sofa arm and being eaten by a pile of cushions. Tolstoy likes to wedge himself between my pillows and my bedside table, or just folds up like an accordion. Reenpig is generally a hot mess.
They’re all defective, but we love them.
