Cats continue to dominate the news. Yesterday the dispatches were full of "Larry the cat", the new addition to 10 Downing Street.
He's been brought in to deal with the rat infestation in the PM's official residence. Naturally, the boys are terrifically interested in
any cat-related stories. Rufus beamed (in a cat-like way) when I read to him how" Larry the cat" got his post. Apparently he showed skills playing with mouse toys in the Humane Shelter. Damn, Rooney could have easily got the job, then. He's a furry zen master of juggling a fake mouse. He tosses them in the air, batting them effortlessly with his paws at lightning speed. Pity the poor Wedgewood collection, though. And any bone-china figurines, as well. Rooney would dispose of them. This would greatly amuse the PM's two young children - his wife, maybe not so much. One other problem. Rooney still doesn't even understand Canadian English - it baffles him. He tips his head at me when I give him simple instructions( like being on an angle will help him understand better?). Imagine if he had to deal with all that confusing English slang like "cuppa", "boot", "lory" and "lift". His furry head would be tipping back and forth so much he'd seriously injure his neck. And then he would have to wear a collar. He famously doesn't do well with clothing (the humiliating "cape" drove him bonkers). So Rufus and I will have to put up with him a
while longer. No going across the pond for him. Although, all that water! Wow! He'd love that. xxx dad
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