Smells like a tartīs boudoir in here...
"Ooh dear, Mrs Slocomeīs pussy has got into the bedding department again"
(from stairwell) "Mister Humphries!!!"
Cat got your tongue?
Krantor realised that period dress could be a problem if one got caught short.
"Ahaaaaa Meester Bond, Iīve been expectink YOU... espeeeeshally since my leather chair voz stolen"
Since the fateful accident all Krantor could do was gaze wistfully at his trophies and relive the heady times as Galactic Table Tennis champion.
Slowly but steadily Krantor was working his way up to placing his head in a tigerīs mouth.
It was Servalanīs final insult that really got to Krantor - vertical strips are simply not slimming!
Furious, Krantor prepared to belt Laurence Llewellyn Bowen with his cat.
The results of cat-snorting can be seen above...
Krantor impressed no-one with his NFL referee chic.
Krantor understood the fan wielding statue, the mass of multi-coloured cushions, and a very saggy cloth cat, but nothing was going to explain the giant rabbit in the glittery waistcoat.
Krantor got the lastest decor design from the new series of Changing Rooms.
Now we know the truth... Servalanīs dress maker also does decorating!
He would never admit it to Toise, but Krantor did enjoy his pussy.
Alone in his room, Krantor couldnīt resist giving in to cat dancing.
Full eighty percent of the Big Wheelīs profit went on Krantorīs cat snorting habit.