However, on Saturday morning, Beowulf jumped up on the table as I was eating my breakfast and, rather than investigating my food, he just sat there and purred. I have to admit that I couldn't resist petting him while I ate and I even stuck my arm out so he could hold onto it. Liz is going to kill me when she reads this.
And what was Arthur doing while his brother sat on the forbidden table? He was just lying around watching.