Our family cat has a dirty mouth. He says the f-word more than anyone I know.
I just went upstairs to get something for my father . . . Catman (as we call him or Mr. Cat when we are being formal or Her Katze when we're being super formal) looked at me from his down comforter, which is folded for optimal cat fluffiness, and said "F#$K you" with his eyes.
There was also some cat swearing when we got home . . . and when I made him come inside when he escaped during all the Dad with crutches getting out of the car and in the door business. I know he's not used to visitors at this hour and he likes his "alone" time, but at this point he's just being rude.
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