It had been a relief when that messy haired tosser finally moved out; maybe now Larry the Cat would be able to get his full nap time in without Dilyn barking, children crying, drunken Whitehall inhabitants partying, or most likely all of the above.

As for Liz Truss, Larry had spent most of his time keeping out of her way, not wanting to be around her moods as yet another of her policies got panned by her own MPs as well as the British public; he was not surprised when the Daily Star’s lettuce outlasted her.

After the third housemate in as many months, and another Tory at that, dull as Sunak was, Larry had had enough of this shit and decided he’d be happier somewhere else with one consistent housemate.