UK Children's television show which was boring as fuck, yet suprisingly addictive.
A girl called Emily would bring something broken into the shop where Bagpuss and his mice friends lived. The mice would fix it singing "wee weel feex eet, wee weel feex eet.", End of episode.
Bagpuss actually only ever slept or woke up yawning. He was a fat lazy bastard of a cat, with gay pink and white stripes.
The show, looking back, was a load of wank
really, but had a cult following and you can still buy bagpuss bags in London today.