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A Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office. Literally, the title given to a cat living officially with Britain's Prime Minister. He or she is employed as a civil servant, with tenure, I suppose, and costs at least one hundred pounds annually. I don't believe the British elect their Chief Mousers, anymore--historically, candidates have left the United Kingdom in the death throes of unbounded spraying, and the smell doesn't dissipate for years.

The latest cat, named for Sibyl Fawlty, died recently. If she's anything like her namesake, it's no wonder the Prime Minister didn't like her. Sibyl probably tied the phones lines all day, gossiping about all the neighborhood alley cats, and idly ran the government, with a frustrating sarcastic yowl, much to the chagrin of the former's own inept and inhospitable flailing.

There was much ado when Mr. Obama rescued a dog for employ as consort and companion to the White House and it's current family, but we don't have an official title, do we? The British have a great sense of humor.

Additionally, I have learned that the Prime Minister's name is Gordon Brown, and that many of Britain's important officials live on a place called Downing Street. Thank you, Sibyl, for broadening my horizons.