Bad day. First: too hot for my still quite wintry fur. Mum brushed out half a Bobby but still too hot. And then she brought in those amazing tasting ferns and I was so happy. And what did she do? Put it high up on a place we can’t reach. We just can’t!!!! Why? What have we ever done to deserve this??? So we hope she’ll be a bit more cat friendly tomorrow.
Oh and the worst worst worst I haven’t told you yet: I overheard her speaking about a girl kitten?!?! And then not of Royal descent but of a dubious background with father unknown
Really. What has become of the world as we knew it when Queen Liz still had purebred corgi’s and all was how it should be in the Empire