While my friend Emmie lives in Canada with a Brit, her cat lives in Britain with two Canadians, in his own flat. They moved in to look after him, and because they feed him, he very graciously lets them stay.
The Canadians are away at the moment, and so I have the inestimable job of Mr Jinks's Butler for the week. His reaction to this appointment has so far been a mixture of feed-me-feed-me-now and who-do-you-think-you-are
I've been chatting to him this week. He's disdainful about my monologues, treating my thoughts with indifference and disgust. Mostly he just struts off, having eaten. Today, rather than looking disinterested, he just put his head down and gave me a weighty headbutt, knocking me off my haunches.
Someone on Twitter said it was a sign of affection. It probably is, but I've read PG Wodehouse; this never happened to Jeeves!
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