Forget the elephants, you can bet your bottom's dollar that it's domesticated tabby cats that never forget. I'm so good I can recall every pip of dander I've flicked to the wind, or when and where my last itch was and who, prey tell, was the source. And nothing can lobotomize the memories of Paris where I studied to be an Egyptologist. It was there that I formed some of my most moist friendships, many of whom still marinate my yumyum basket to this day.

Of all these, it was L'il Bouzzini who I should have forgotten… But I haven't.