My cats used to live in the polo pony barn at work and I’m slowly unraveling their early history by asking people that met them in their early kittenhood. I talked to the guy who owns the food truck that comes weekly and he told me that my kittens used to sleep together in an (unused) pizza oven. I brought them a polo ball from the field today and Coco went absolutely feral on it, new core memories unlocked.
