Our poor cat. I think she more or less understands the calls to ORDERRRR - ORDD-ERRRR - but beyond that, she can't make head nor stripey tail of what's going on, and what's the matter with all of these people? Why can't they just stay in Europe? That is, after all, what her people fervently believe should happen. But also - does one of them have to watch Parliamentary debates via C-Span at breakfast time? What's the point of this, especially when it makes her so stressed?
She has, of course, watched the Simon's Cat Brexit meme again and again,
but she has been devastated to find out that Nathalie Loiseau, France's Europe Minister, does not, after all, have a cat - despite having joked (cf Simon's Cat not going through the opened door) that she'd named them Brexit (doubtless my father would regard that as further evidence of Unreliable Europeans, but let's not go there). On the other hand, if someone called l'oiseau had a cat in the first place, that would have joke potential in and of itself ...
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