I don't like cats. There. I've said it. (Probably not for the first time on this blog, but who's counting.)
This one I can tolerate because it allows me to do the ocd thing with the in car "essentials"; this furball pot holds scissors (I've lost count of the number of times I've used them to wrap last minute gifts, cut open battery packets etc), a torch (you never know), pens and pencils (I leave work and walk to the car still holding them), hand cleanser (ocd, I told you, I'm seriously beginning to worry but I mean really, who knows what you grasp on door handles or coins), almost dead chewing gum , tweezers (don't ask) and spec spray.
It wasn't until I took the pic I realised the furball has a pink bow and dress. The scissors will come in handy again tomorrow.