Monsieur le Premier ministre sat trembling in the chair. Everything around him was chaos. His sudden collapse when having tea with the Princess had left him shaken. The pain in his chest had abated somewhat, but it was still there. What have I done to deserve this? He asked himself. While his ability to endure pain was colossal, gigantic, titanic, the attendant worry that came along with this particular pain was difficult to stomach.
“Here, my lord,” said Lady Greenmeadow, “Drink this.” She held a goblet of wine to his lips and poured, happy to see a droplet of red liquid run down his chin. He began to sputter.
“My God, woman!” He said angrily. “Are you trying to drown me?”
Heartburn and attempted drowning. How many lives can a cat nearly lose on one day!
Poor Monsieur le Premier Ministre! His life is one of misery. 🤭
It could be worse. 🙂
Indeed. Hopefully things will get better for Monsieur. 😃
Such a handsome guy!
Thank you! That’s our Nigel who is very camera shy. 😃
Nigel–we need to see more of you!!
You are so right! I will pass the message along! 😃
I love the cat in the bag so cute!
Thank you! Yes, Nigel just loves to squeeze himself into the tiniest spaces he can. I recently posted a photo of him in a box. 😃
You’re welcome. Cats are hilarious. Buy them a proper bed and they’ll chose the cardboard box lol.
Every time!😃