A girl I used to work with told me that we should put him into cat shows.
So I can imagine this means getting up at 4am on a Sunday, sticking him in a cage and driving 5 hours to a sports hall in Preston. Then having loads of people look at him and prod him all day before making the return journey.
Quite frankly Viktor would rather spend that time on the sofa eating cheese and crisps. We would all rather do that to be honest. He's quite happy with his life as it is.