Later, to cheer myself up a bit, I look at the comments on my latest vlog. There are loads of them and thousands of views.
#DAVE. Just make it Dave #DaveFan
(She is actually physically incapable of doing vlogs on her own.)
This is amazing. You have yourself one special cat there.
(I know. I hope no one tries to kidnap her.)
CAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!
(Yes, Dave is a cat.)
Is the cat for real? Or a puppet
(I can’t be bothered with these ones.)
Kummerspeck!
(I look this up. It is German for “grief bacon.” It’s their word for excess weight caused by emotional eating. Don’t try to body-shame my cat! If she wants to have a few extra treats because she might miss Danny, she can.)
There’s also an e-mail from Lydia Portancia.
MILLIE!
The company LOVES the vlog and they ADORE Dave. Pets are often resistant to anything new. Dave has spoken to a lot of other cat people who will get that. I think this is the start of something BIG for her. Perhaps a corporate sponsorship!
Reading everything back, it’s a lot of Dave is doing really good and not a lot of me is doing really good.
I can’t be jealous of my cat’s career. That is too tragic.
My phone vibrates and I see it’s Aunty Teresa.
Millie! Are you busy? Come over! I have a great idea!
Right now, with Lauren and Rod devising Dave: The Musical in the bathroom, and Danny planning to live amongst the mooses, this seems like a good escape.
(I have no idea what the real plural of moose is and I can’t take another thing onboard my head today. I can only buffer information from now on.)