There's a huge ginger Persian cat who lives not far from us. His idea of a hectic life seems to be lying sprawled out like a rug in his drive, and dosing until passers-by stop and coo at him. Whereupon he ambles over and sits there regally to be petted.

I call him Crookshanks. There's a certain glint in his eye as he looks at you that suggests he thinks he's smarter than you are. He gives dogs a death stare and they back off. And his back legs are a bit bandy. I'm sure Hermione's left him here while she's off hunting horcruxes... ;)