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!)
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..
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