Tony and Toby and Options

Me: Look at Toby kissing Tony. Hasn’t he grown?

Nell: Toby certainly appears to be taking after his Uncle David.

Me: Darling boy.

Nell: Now, Rupert gave us some interesting feedback on his visit to The Cat at the Big House.

Me: Do tell.

Nell: It seems The Cat is rather frowned upon in the Maine Coon family.

Me: You mean The Cat is the black sheep?

Nell: Why are you bringing sheep into this?

Me: Never mind. What has The Cat done?

Nell: This is going to be a shocking revelation and one you would never expect to hear in conjunction with The Cat.

Me: Tell me.

Nell: The Maine Coons are Minimalists.

Me: They’re what?

Nell: Yes, I was shocked too and one of the llamas fainted.

Me: What does Minimalist mean?

Nell: They don’t like fuss. Muted colours. Clean lines. No frills or frippery and definitely no sequins.

Me: Oh my goodness. No wonder the llama fainted.

Nell: It is hard to believe the awful time The Cat must have had before it broke free.

Me: Yes. The Cat without sequins is like Rupert without a cardigan.

Nell: Rupert is never without a cardigan.

Me: You know what I mean.

Nell: Anyway, the big question now is how to handle the Maine Coon visit.

Me: Yes.

Nell: As I see it we have two options.

Me: Ok.

Nell: Option One is to conform. Tone everything down. No hats. No colours. No fuss.

Me: No sequins?

Nell: Exactly. Or, Option Two we do the opposite. Glittery glamour with all the extravagance we can manage and sequins everywhere.

Me: I don’t know about you but I’m Option Two all the way.

Nell: Yes. I’m inclined to agree.

Me: Bring on the dancing llamas.

Nell: Must we?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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