We have a new Prime Minister and a new government. They are by no means flawless, but we were at such a low that we would have happily accepted anyone. (Well, maybe not Donald Trump or Nigel Farage. Or Marine Le Pen. Anyone but those three.)
One of the perks of being Prime Minister is the chance to share a house with Larry the cat. Larry has lived at 10, Downing Street since 2011 and is the one constant through a succession of Prime Ministers, each more shit than the last.
Larry’s new Cat Daddy, Keir Starmer, is a cat person … but he already has a cat. He’s called Jojo and, apparently, he’s treated like royalty in the Starmer household, which is exactly as it should be. But how will he feel about sharing his Château?
In the old days, if you wanted two cats to live together, you would just put them together and hope for the best. Sometimes it worked out, sometimes it didn’t. And, if it didn’t, people would just live with scrapping cats and not give it much thought.
However, these days there’s an actual PROCESS when introducing two cats with a view to them living together and managing conflict. According to Feliway – who, let’s face it, ought to know a thing or two about making angsty cats calm the heck down – this includes scent swapping, safe places to escape drama, and, erm, “serenity massages”.
What’s that? You don’t believe me about the massages? Look here.
Will Cat Daddy Keir be up to the complex job of managing relations between Larry and his new housemate? Are there enough electrical sockets in Number 10 for all those Feliway plug-ins?
And how many of us will be taking more of an interest in this story than in anything that the new cabinet does?
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