Look what I've found!

[Sir C]

What became of Buster?

Buster went to the great litter tray in the sky. He was 20 years old, mind.

[Sir C]

Time and age overtook the poor fellow.

He was a psycho, but mellowed with age.

Perhaps your kitty needs a friend?

[Burney]

Perhaps your kitty needs a friend?

The poor scrap has bonded with you now. You're her daddy and need to step up and do your sacred duty.

[Burney]

Imagine waking up in the middle of the night with Bertie inserting his claws into my eye.

That would at least leave you one good eye with which you could face yourself in the mirror.