Bearcat?! I thought you said Beercat!
As I -- blithely unaware of carefully watchful eyes -- sat relaxed, casually reading the weekend New York Times, the cat called "Scat" crept surreptitiously up on my beer . . .
Fortunately for me, he was caught in that very criminal fact!
My wife's acute eye and quick response captured the guilty kitty red-nosed!
Confronted with this incontrovertible evidence, Scat reacted with . . . utter indifference.
Burdened by neither shame nor guilt, our sociopathic felines act solely upon their will to power, a truly Nietzschean species that fears neither God nor the Devil, nor even us . . .