Oh Lord, we all know That Type. Onward and upward, lovey.
I've never felt my soul curl with shame as much as when the Battersea Cat Inspector wrote 'flat - VERY SMALL' on my assessment. They demanded Mr C have a large private garden, which funnily enough was avail, but is downstairs.
Mr C point blank refused to enter the garden once in 12 years.
Some breeders are a bit precious, to put it politely.
Cheer up gorgeous, your princess awaits you.