We got said cat when he was about six months old and he behaved, well, there's the English phrase "like a right cunt". Just raising all kinds of hell. So he earned the name within a couple days. Then again he'll climb on my chest to get some sugar and will spend half the night wedged up against you if he feels he didn't get enough during the day. He's a ginger Oriental Shorthair and a big sonovabitch, close to 18 pounds.
Another great bit of acting on Thrones was the back and forth between Varys and Littlefinger in the early seasons. Nothing histrionic or scenery chewing, just two master schemers quietly sliding metaphorical knives between ribs.
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