| Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have
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| nestled it’s way into his mighty throat.
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| Many a fat alley rat had met it’s demise while staring point blank down the
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| cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine.
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| Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator.
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| Tommy the cat had many a story to tell,
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| But it was a rare occasion such as this that he did.
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| «She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit.
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| The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of
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| Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days.
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| The sight was beyond belief.
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| Many a head snapped for double — even triple — takes as this vivacious feline
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| made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the
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| young tabbys were known to hang out.
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| They hung in droves. |
| Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one
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| place…
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| And that was O’malley’s Alley.
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| The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended),
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| But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart
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| of the alley.
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| She knew what she wanted.
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| She was lookin' for that stud bull, the he cat.
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| And that was me.
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| Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee…
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| «Say baby do you wanna lay down by me» |