All shall have prizes. The Times records the Main Event:
Larry the Cat refused to budge. Theresa May had wanted to move the Downing Street old-timer from his perch on the radiator beside the front door. His kill rate is below target and most of the day he just wants to sleep. It was time to bring in some fresh fur, perhaps Jacob Rees-Mogg, if only for the name. But Larry would not shift. In the battle of PM and puss, there would be only one winner.
So Larry clung on, but lest anyone think that Mrs May had spent an hour fruitlessly trying to sack a grumpy feline, she gave him a new title: minister for social mousing. Larry spent the rest of the day ordering new business cards; the Downing Street mice threw a party.
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