Well, we went to meet Socks yesterday, and he's lovely: sweet natured, friendly, a head-butter (cat-owners know what I mean by that; the rest of you will just have to marvel at how mysterious we are), and he drools when he's happy, which is whenever anyone picks him up. We're definitely going to adopt him, just as soon as we get our new house.
Anyway, it really is a funny old world. When I was a kid, we had a springer spaniel called Millie. She was great. President George H W Bush also had a springer spaniel called Millie. President Bill Clinton had a cat called Socks. We were clearly destined to adopt this cat. And I am equally clearly destined to be the leader of the free world.
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