Domino is very worried about Brexit and Mrs May looking after all the fat cats and not doing a thing about farm cats.
He watched for a while and got bored and rather depressed with it all. He wants free movement for all cats and rodents and dogs can have one way tickets away from cats.
He eventually decided he had heard enough and decided to make himself an hibernation home in a Walkers crisp box.
Domino hibernating until March the 29th. Funnily enough that was my mum and dad's wedding anniversary (how did the Brexit negotiators know?) and traditionally the day of the Grand National. Horses for courses, I suppose? I think Mrs May needs to get out her whips ("get it?") and turn into Velvet Brown and win her own National Velvet or Brexit?
Domino reminded me of our two lads on Christmas Day when they were young. They would remove the expensive piece of plastic (toy) and sit in the box and play for hours. Why didn't we just get them Christmas cardboard boxes for Christmas?
Here's a song for Domino.