Cheeto’s new basket is getting broken in. Way before the lockdowns there were these things called silent auctions at charities to fundraise. My 50s something women’s’ group went to a cat rescue ranch. I bid on way too many things, but it was for the kitties. This basket came packed with all kinds of decorative fun things. I bid on it for the bird feeder made of plates and cups. The basket itself was lagniappe, a bit of something extra. Cheeto came to us as an injured semi-feral kitty. He adores my husband, but still occasionally bites or scratches him. His love is not easily won. Cheeto finally got the basket, padded with a soft towel and a hope he’ll learn to trust us completely. He allows me to sit near and that’s enough for now.