Scene: Time for bed. Rusty scratches the door of the airing cupboard, indicating his wish for it to be opened. He jumps up to the shelf with the towels and burrows in, purring loudly. It's warm, dark and soft, and very much to his liking. But then he is seized by a very wet sounding sneezing fit. "Poor old Rusty" the man says. "Poor old me", the woman retorts, "I'm going to have to wash all those bloody towels again..."
Translation: Thank goodness I'm in this gorgeous cosy cave, surrounded by lovely soft hankies...
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