I had two cats; a black one and a ginger tom, arrived in the back yard one day as big kittens. The black one got entangled in paint stripper stripped paint and had to be bathed. Cats can hover, wider than a bath. Meanwhile the ginger tom sat alongside shrugging its shoulders. Black cat disappeared and never returned. Ginger (ex)tom stayed all its days.
Called Roland.
Two children (1 of each) from somewhere down the street would knock on the door and ask if they could play with Roland, who was happy to oblige.
Years later one day in the Laundrette in came a beautiful woman with red hair. "Don't you remember me?" No. "I used to come and play with Roland"