"Cats do not do such things. I am leaving now."
Sir Fluff believes he is descended from royalty, and nobody in the family has ever had the courage to tell him otherwise. He accepts food, chin scratches and the comfiest cushion as his rightful due.
He maintains that cats never fart. (They do.) He has never once been accused to his face, because the moment anything smells funny he gives a long slow blink, stands up, and leaves the room with his tail held high, as if the whole thing is beneath him.
His preferred move is to blame Biscuit with a long, cold stare. It works more often than it should.
BUSTED!
Who Cut the Cheese?
