My pet human, whose residence permit expired on Thursday, finally seems to be worrying about his long-term financial future. He also claims to want to remain close to sources of moderately-priced goat's cheese, and continue cycling around Provence.
With this in mind, he has charged me with finding him a partner.
His ideal soulmate is:
- Intelligent and humorous
- Not too thin (he's a big fan of 19th century Impressionist portraiture)
- Tolerant of strange hours
- In possession of:
- A fortune sufficient for two
- An EU passport (provisional member states will be considered on their merits)
- A château.
Bonus credit will be awarded to applicants who enjoy mushroom risotto, and dislike W. B. Yeats and/or George Orwell.
Permission would be sought to consume fermented and spirituous liquors upon occasion while in bed (say no more than twice per week), though it is envisaged that this aspect of domestic life could be the subject of mutual negotiation.
Other than that, my human is quite flexible, and happy to experiment with cooking of all kinds.
Applications below.
1 comment:
Sorry Hugo, tell your human that sadly I fell at the Orwell hurdle.
And you have yourself to think of my dear, what if said human found his desire and *gulp* abandoned you? Remember old Bert Camus saying, "Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful."
x E
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