Liz Truss was probably my favourite PM. Hear me out.
Every day of her premiership I got up out of bed in a good mood, couldn't wait to hear the news about how she'd fucked the dog the day before. Through various circumstances that I'm not sharing with the internet she did cost me a considerable amount of cash when she crashed the economy but she was just so entertaining. And she didn't hang around like a fart in a space suit like certain unelected PMs I could mention. The moment when the lettuce outlasted her and a hand came from off-screen and placed a tiara on its head is one of the lasting delights of the last few years.
Far as that cat is concerned they're the real star in that picture and the strange human is just photo-bombing.