Muhammad and I were clearing away the Sunday papers, ready for the recycle bin, or wherever it is old newspapers go.
"Raymond Tooth has to be my favourite divorce lawyer." Giggled Muhammad, as he pawed through yesterday's issue of the Sunday Times.
"After me", I said, feeling hurt.
"Oh, yes, of course." Replied Muhammad hurriedly.
"What's he been up to now?" I asked.
"Didn't you read the Sunday Times yesterday?"
"Well, no, actually..."
"He's been giving advice about marriage and divorce." Said Muhammad.
"Well, for a start, he advises that a rich man should never marry a poor woman, but poor women should try to marry rich men."
"Very good advice too." I said, seriously.
Muhammad giggled again. "And he advises wives to wait until the recession is over before divorcing, so that they get better settlements."
"Perfectly sensible." I replied.
Now Muhammad laughed out loud, his pink mouth and teeth clearly visible.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I just love the way you divorce lawyers see the world."
"What do you mean?"
"You only see it in terms of money."
"We do?" I asked, puzzled.
Muhammad was now rolling on the floor, his paws in the air. "See," he said, "you're all the same!"
"No, we're not." I said, indignantly.
This caused further paroxysms of laughter.
I frowned at him. "What else has he been saying?"
"He's also advising men to divorce now, to save money."
At that point, Muhammad burst into uncontrollable merriment. I walked out and left him to it. Stupid cat does annoy me sometimes.