Larry, The Downing Street Cat - My Sunday

There I was on a perfectly respectable Sunday morning, attempting to enjoy breakfast in peace. Breakfast, incidentally, consisted of kippers. Again. This marked the third consecutive day of kippers, which suggested either a remarkable enthusiasm for smoked fish in the kitchen or, more likely, the discovery of a particularly aggressive yellow-sticker reduction at the local supermarket. An email to management seemed increasingly inevitable. As I was contemplating this culinary mystery, a disturbance broke out in the hallway. A pair of workmen were hauling away my favourite red carpet from a nearby cupboard. Naturally, one’s mind leaps to conclusions. Was it merely being given a thorough hoovering? Had my manservant finally decided enough was enough and was preparing to address the nation? Had events reached such a state that even the carpet was abandoning ship? As it turned out, none of the above. The carpet was required for a meeting involving a collection of European leaders who had gathered to discuss whatever it is humans spend entire afternoons discussing while drinking coffee and eating hobnobs. For you American viewers, they are biscuits here in the UK. Satisfied that the fate of the nation did not require my immediate intervention, I retired to my favourite fluffy cushion for a restorative nap. Several hours later, I awoke with a pressing need to visit the facilities, or, in my case, a conveniently located shrub. Upon entering the hallway, I found it full of humans. There were smiles, handshakes, earnest nodding and the sort of carefully choreographed goodwill that humans seem to enjoy immensely. Then the front door opened. Now, many cats would have hesitated. Some might even have retreated. I, however, am not one of those cats. I strode confidently through the doorway and into the waiting throng of journalists assembled outside. To their credit, most appeared delighted by my arrival, though only President Emmanuel Macron displayed the proper diplomatic etiquette by acknowledging my presence with an appreciative gesture. As I assumed what I felt was my rightful position at the centre of proceedings, a small cheer appeared to ripple through the assembled, coffee-fuelled media contingent. The aforementioned call of nature had become rather urgent, and so I executed a swift tactical withdrawal towards the nearest bushes with all the dignity the situation allowed. And that, in summary, was my Sunday. A quiet morning, a mysterious carpet, a gathering of world leaders, a brief diplomatic engagement with France, and an urgent appointment with a shrub. Stay calm and Larry on. #cats #cutecat #pets #animals #larrythecat