I play host to two beautiful cats, Terry and Tony.
Tony is elegant, and knows it. Look at him posing in my desk chair, knowing how elegant he is.
His brother, Terry, on the other hand, is a little less elegant. A lovable and loving lump of purring fur. And very tolerant:
They are brothers and they seem to like each other.
But it turns out that all this time that I have been working my fingers to the bone to feed the little monsters, they have been sneaking off to pose for advertising campaigns. Big brand stuff too.
I’ve not seen a penny of their earnings. All I can assume is that they’ve got it stashed in a running-away fund somewhere.
Read on to see what I mean…