I don’t know! Austin's not been the same since Real Housecats. In fact he’s become a Real Grousecat! Won’t do this. Won’t do that. He just lies around all day while muggins here runs around catering to his every whim. I have to cook everything "cord on bloo". Caviar on kibble for breakfast and home cured salmon for lunch (didn’t know it was sick?) and sea bass with saffron mussel drizzle for dinner.
I do nothing except slave over a hot tin opener all day. As if I haven’t more important things to do! At this point Austin lifts a languid paw and brings to a halt my incessant whining:
Well you haven’t. And shut up, you sound like a dog!!!
Huh! OK so how about a nice chicken breast stuffed with prunes and figs for your supper? Te he he!