Poor thing. She was no grumpier than any other cat, until she developed an untreatable urinary tract infection.

Her proper name was Tardar Sauce (sic) and she was born with a form of dwarfism that affected her face. Her humans seem to have treated her lovingly, and I doubt she was aware of (or cared about) their exploitation of her unusual appearance in captioned photographs.

As I type this post, I am hindered by the entirely normal Watson, who is climbing up my left arm in order to perch on my shoulders. This behaviour was unbearably cute when he was a four-month-old kitten, but now that he is nearly six years old and a tomcat of substantial size, it's perilously close to just unbearable.

Unlike Tardar Sauce, Watson always looks satisfied with life and is, therefore, unlikely to become an entertaining meme from which we can make our fortune. Pity, as his last dental bill put quite a crease in our bank balance.