“Oh, come on—who needs that many suitcases anyway?” He indicated Manky, who looked uncomfortably at the puddle he stood in. “They only had clothes in them! What were you planning to do—change every five minutes?”
“Well, considering the state of me now, I think it would have been rather insightful, don’t you?”
“And who has that many collars, anyway? You’ve only got one neck!”
“Which I’m surprised isn’t broken after what you’ve just put it through!”
He folded his paws. “You should have stayed in Plempt to do your fluffing interview. I’m sure your magazine would have found that cat’s rubbish ideal for publication!”
“You should read it some time, as the collar you’re wearing isn’t even fit to be called one!”
“It’s a collar,” said Oscar. “It doesn’t need an essay written about it.”
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