Though he's got misfiring tonsils, he has millions saved in consols

And then some nights you're just working late when the small cat who has until this point been resting quietly on your lap farts so disastrously that he flees the room to escape it, after which you cannot stop laughing even though you also have to flee the room because while the comparison is incredibly unfair to a sleek and affectionate cat who has never been the subject of a Shakespeare conspiracy in his life, all you can think is "My Lord, I had forgot the Fart."