My girlfriend and I were watching a movie the other night and she left briefly to use the bathroom. My eyes were still on the television screen when she returned and cuddled up next to me. When I caressed her arm, however, it seemed hairier than I recalled. I looked down and there he was.
"Jude Law," I said, "what are you doing in my house?"
Upon discovery, he immediately righted himself and shouted "This porridge is too cold!" and he scampered into my bedroom.
We found him seconds later hiding under my bed. We had to call Animal Control to get him out.
Damn it, Jude Law.