Too posh to wash

When she came home, I woke up and trotted downstairs. She gave me a big hug and then said 'ew, you smell like a big old sock'.

My personal hygiene is a constant source of friction between us. As I remember it, one of the terms on which I moved in here was that she would see to all my grooming requirements. She brushes my fur once a day and piles up all the dead fur in the middle of the room so we can both admire it. Every few days she gives me a sponge bath and pulls any tangles out by hand. This was our agreement so how can it be MY fault if I am smelly? I hope she's not going to turn into a nag.

I had fish AND meat for my tea.