Chameleon Magazine

 🐱💼🐭Kemi Badenoch unleashed her inner tabby on live TV, hissing for files, swiping at Mandelson, and sharpening her claws on the nearest Cabinet Office sofa. But just as she prepared to pounce on political scandal — whoosh! — a tiny mouse scurried behind her, stage left, as if summoned by pure, poetic irony.

🐾 The Hunt Begins, But the Mouse Escapes

There she was: Cat Kemi, eyes narrowed, tail twitching, demanding No.10 hand over every last scrap of the Mandelson appointment file like a feline ready to drag a rat into the light.

But in true Westminster fashion, the only rodent that showed up was the literal one.

And it did what Westminster rodents do best: ran.

Straight behind the set. No accountability. No questions. No whiskers ruffled.

And if that wasn’t symbolic enough, somewhere—probably under the Speaker’s chair—a Starmouse was trembling, clutching a redacted dossier and whispering, “I’m not the one you’re looking for…”

Because that’s how it goes in modern British politics:

• The predators speechify.
• The prey disappear.
• And the public? Left watching a cartoon play out in real time.

Honestly, if this mouse was on the Labour front bench, it might be the only member capable of movement this week.

🐾 Challenges 🐾

Was the mouse a metaphor? A stunt? A whistleblower in disguise? Has the House of Commons been infiltrated by more honesty than the Cabinet? COMMENT below and spin your best mouse theories.