Big Boy! Jeez. I ain't bin called that since I tried to sneak on a kids ride at Disney World.
I got a tankard that holds 7.5pints (why aint there no fractions keys)
and before that damn mangey cat with the kung-fu claws got at it, it had a lid. Hinged.
Right! Where's that feline Rabbi? Come and see what ya can do with a gall-bladder, and save the National Health time & money. If it's got to go, then it might as well end up in a Yorkshire cat. Hope the stones choke the varmint.
If Cheshire cats have smiles, what do Yorky cats have? Maybe their anal sphincters enlarge to a point where they completely vanish in a cloud of feline fart!
Mustn't get too regionalist: I once knew a gal who gave a whole new meaning to Flamborough Head!