Fing spent the best part of the afternoon lording it up on Marthas freshly made bed.
He spurned Tutz advances and refused to play, instead, striking her around the head repeatedly with a irritated paw and mealy mouthed face.
He watched Fat Boy Faggot as he clambered up towards to pillows and hit him with a determined 'I'm not sharing paw' and a withering glare.
He looked at Giggsey Girl the stupid slug faced and decided she was shiny enough to bask in his glory and let her stay.
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