Duke: An Update

A little like Marmite, you either love Duke or don't take a shine to him. (That's you, George. My all
things sporty but terrified of cats brother. Oh, and you Leona. Watch your knitwear!) 

When he hasn't seen you for a while, Duke is all things loving; crying at the stairgate until we say Good Morning, dishing out the kisses when we return after work, and, curling up next to us purring softly until he falls asleep. 

A very inquisitive boy, Duke isn't afraid of anything. A firework explodes over head and only so much as an ear twitches. A new drink on the table, he wants to know all about it!

A freezer drawer pulled out? Of course, he climbs in!

A coat that's accessible? Onto the floor, roll it up like a duvet, and get cosy!

Other mornings, his eyes flash red. If your trousers are anymore than Skinny fit, Duke reads "Bell-bottoms that must be swung on"; a gap down the back of the Washing maching? It's like a new Australia just waiting to be discovered.. Five minutes before you will miss the bus to work.

He will also launch himself at your cereal bowl in a dive that even Tom Daley would be proud of..

Oh, did I mention one more thing? He currently won't eat unless he is fork-fed. Yup. Meet Princess Duke.