The Christmas cat has a life of its own

I said in a previous post that my sister had given me a pretty much life-sized black and white plush cat, who sits on Ernie's cushion on the sofa, and who I've started to greet when I come home, and whose head get scratched before I go to bed.  

The BrookField Generator guy (previous post) needed a walk through the house and basement before we started our discussions, and when we came back into the living room he looked at the cat and said "My goodness, that cat is quiet."  Then he said "My goodness, that cat isn't real!".  We had a good laugh.

 

Plush Ernie