I've heard that orange cats are an amazing species, and it's an old saying: nine of the 10 orange cats are fat and one of them is a crushing...
So when the orange cat comes over to help lick his hair, it's a big honor for the dog, and he shows up and he doesn't move:
Meow: Do you like it when I lick you?
Dog: Don't move, don't move.
Meow: What a dirty little face!
Dog: Who am I? Why can't I breathe?
My heart hurts, it's probably all dead under my neck!