I can't manage a cheese toothpick with paws

The hotel owners are having guests over for dinner. While I am slightly upset not to be offered a menu and find the water in my bowl a plain and adequate vintage, I do take solace in my Gallic charms once again ensuring a tummy scratch from the female guest.

I am sauvé, I am enchanté, and when everyone asks "oh my God, what is that awful smell?", I am "economical with the actualité"