When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled.
I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor, just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
I'm having Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, baked beans, Spam, Spam and Spam!
It's nice to see that look of alarm on the faces of the others.
I'm afraid I'm not personally qualified to confuse cats, but I can recommend an extremely good service.
Death can really absorb a person. Lik most people, I would find it pleasant not to have to go, but you just accept that it's more or less inevitable.