I'd vote for one of Frank's cats.
That hysterical hand-wringing of Cyrano's was hilarious. Oh Law! Miss Cyrano's jes goin to pieces!
That's why I had re-baptized Cyrano as "Oscar Wilde" some years ago.
Some years ago, Oscar Wilde shut his cat up in his bedroom, without access to sanitary facilities.
The poor cat eventually had to piss on Oscar in bed.
Which made Oscar wilde.
One got the "picture" of the ruffled curtains in the bedroom, the flowery canopy over the bed, the gaily-decorated bed-quilts, and in the midst of it, Oscar Wilde wringing his hands through his frilly lace cuffs, his head sticking out from the oversized collar.
It was quite a sight, considering Oscar Wilde is a Vietnam-era veteran (i.e., not young).