A tribute to Gizmo, who inspired this entire storyline. He fell in live with the doormat outside the front door of the flat next door. Every night used to get back from work and put the key in my front door, and no sooner had I opened the door when this beige blur would rush out into the corridor and make a beeline for the doormat opposite. He would then pummel at the mat with all his might, purring loudly, pulling the mat around the floor. Eventually the man next door bought a new mat and gave the old mat to Gizmo so he could play with it whenever he wanted.
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