Last night another one, very friendly and well-handled, came to my table. It was difficult to get a good picture, but this one was all skin and bones. It was being fed and watered by the staff, but just wanted human company. The hotel cats were ignoring it. I wish I had ordered chicken as the little creature showed no interest in aubergine, bread or macaroni bechamel. It was quite happy just to guard my wine and sit beside me.
And the first person that suggests that I was eating pussy goes in the sin-bin.