I am not a cat person. I think that, beneath all the purring and nuzzling, most cats are evil.
So I'm not sure why I had this cat in my box of stuffed animals. But I'm fairly sure I remember Ge bringing it home from his old job at the dump.
(That sounds worse than it is. It was the Bernardsville dump, where people routinely threw out working stereos, leather jackets, collectibles, and nice furniture. We got an old-school silver microphone and a fully functional Victrola there.)
If I'm wrong, and G isn't the one who gave it to me, I'm sorry to that person (for forgetting) and to G (for falsely accusing him of cat-gifting). Either way, I don't trust it.