Stay still. Maybe the cat won’t see me.
Jesus Christ, man, the cat’s bigger than your wife!
Winter coat, check. Winter campaign, check. Winter of our discontent, check. Winter cats, huh. I hope you don’t chuck 'em come March!
March, no, but come summer they all leave me to sleep alone. I am their heater, not the other way around.
" Do you like my new aftershave, Dear"?