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One of my late cats had a thing for tea, which we discovered when she was still a kitten, with her head buried in a visitor's cup! The other didn't like the stuff, but would always go and see what she was getting that he wasn't, then look huffy because he didn't like it.
They did both love cheese though, and I'd often find myself with a cat on each shoulder (when they were both still small enough to climb me) if I was doing anything with cheese. Thankfully the boy gave the climbing up after a while - he grew into a huge cat (big, not fat).
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