He's gorgeous. He's often shown sitting in front of the podium when the PM makes a public statement outside number 10.
Something I just learned, today.Larry the Cat lives at #10 Downing Street. It doesn't matter who the Prime Minister is, Larry lives there. He's been official mouser to the PM through SIX UK Prime Ministers. I understand he is insanely popular throughout the UK, including with all the PM's.
Take a look:
Glad things are working out for those folks.
Peek
Sitting in my black sedan just off the road.Roadspikes set out in the middle of the path to blow out the tires of the next car passing through.
Waiting and watching.
sobbing... pleading into the bit that renders sounds incoherent...
"Well I'll leave you too it, darling.
An attendant will return you to your stall, eventually.
Adios." struts out. You needed a serious run.
squealing and stumbling at the pain from fat pale legs
Considers you need encouragement.
Stays in range. slashes your chubby legs
as you trot so cute!
already breathing hard... short chubby legs obscenely trotting
"We'll get you in shape!"
rises to up the tempo. smiling.
breathing hard from the unfamiliar exercise... breasts set bouncing... belly too... soon covered in a fine sheen of perspiration
Seated on a bale of hay,
tapping my knee with the crop
as I relax with a drink and watch you.
"good girl. You'll make a fine runner!"
encouraging.
awkwardly tottering on toes... short stubby legs struggling to keep up he pace increases... a yelp at each sharp sting that reddens soft pale flesh
An amazed look - thinking who might own you.
As I raised the tension - upping you to your toes
and up the speed too. slap with the crop
as you pass each time. trotting in the tight circle.
entering the house where dreams come true
The nine Nazgûl?
a moment of panic as floor starts to move and harness tugs at head... chubby legs stirring into motion to keep from falling... a yelp at the new sting on fat ass
Sitting in my black sedan just off the road.Roadspikes set out in the middle of the path to blow out the tires of the next car passing through.
Waiting and watching.
fastens you in and sets the contraption
in motion. Slow walking. "Giddy up, pony." smiling.
another swat to your bottom.