About the puppet.
I scratched the older cat - he is the most calm, put on his knees with a bubble up, I look for the umbilic... The cat spread all the legs, shakes like a transformator, until the eyes went away, the tip of the tongue between the claws pushed out. I did not find the puppet, but judging by the look of the cat, I could at least look for Nessie in his wool, only to chew the puppet. % of
I’ll go hunt two younger ones, maybe I’ll find them.