Some years ago, my parents were trying to buy a house in America and stumbled across this lovely house owned by a wonderful old biddy. She was a widow and kept lots of cats to keep her company through the lonely days and nights.
The house, as well as its occupant, was really warm and friendly and had some rather interesting, and somehow comforting decor, as the wallpaper and the lampshades in one particular room were all furry.
My mum ran her hand softly over the fur and remarked: "Oh, I do like your furry wallpaper." The old woman looked quizzically at my mum and wiped a finger over the wall, rubbing away years and years of cat hair stuck together by grease and grime.
They didn't buy the house
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