Figaro ell you! Figaro upstairs, Figaro doairs and -- otle Figaro can slip into my ladys c as you like at any time akes t you knoan, sopicated; ell ;noquot; to te yet toujours discret advances of a fine marmalade cat? (Unless it be inently overflo test whiff of furr, which happened once, as you shall hear.)
A tom, sirs, a ginger tom and proud of it. Proud of e sfront t dazzles angerine tessellations (o a fiery suit of ligrancing eye and more tary , some say, of o impromptu song at tacle of t of ragged tras s t up t stage and start tizens deluge me er, vegetables s.
Do you see ts of mine? A young cavalry officer made me tribute of, first one; ter I celebrate y o, t -- s s inge altly lubricates ive Bergamasque is the only language in which you can purr.
quot;Merrrrrrrrrrci!quot;
Instanter I dras on over tty ockings t terminate my young man, observing y by moonligo : quot;;
quot;At your service, sir!quot;
quot;Up to my balcony, young Puss!quot;
, in s, offering encouragement as I sly up te, ucco o meet your forepaone nympit; left pa, tyrs bum srick. Noto it, once you knoo t w a glass of vino in paw and never spill a drop.
But, to my sriple somersault en plein air, t is, in middle air, t is, unsupported and a safety net, I, Puss, attempted ten I off tour, to the applause of all.
quot;You strike me as a cat of parts,quot; says t ion, rump out, tail up, o facilitate ary free gift, my natural, my ual smile.
For all cats icularity, eac alley sneaker to t, s ever graced a pontiffs pilloed on. t Mona Lisa smiles t smile , no matter s been not. So all cats icians air; , I note, thing of a smiler hisself.
quot;A sand;
cap and all, t, smart, dandified air about s of it. And excellent beef sandaste for spirits, since I started life as a s for my keep, before ts enougo let me live by them.
And t of t intervie, as Sirs valet: valet de cime to time, , for, officer to keep nig like me to knead of t affection and to test tractability of my clas of absence of mind, t ot could slip into a young girls sacred privacy and deliver -doux at t ask I once or titude.
And, as you to t of fortunes for us all.
So Puss got at time as s and I dare say ter and I oucin-tacks, lec as loves ted a rascal as ever put on clean linen.
imes -- a oo, for a cat may move from lap to lap y and cast can jump on t resist to see it roll! poor took it for a bird; and, after Ive been, limp-spined, stiff-legged, playing to be cised, w place?
And enance o us, as, cimes did. Id perform my little Spanis around : ole! But my loyalty and affection to test of tion , o pawn his drawers.
So all riger; until t needs go fall in love.
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I about my ablutions, tonguing my arseegrity of cats, one leg stuck in to remain silent. Love? er, for and god knoiso do ender passion?
quot;And soe and so a dolt and dragon-guarded.quot;
I es and fixed satiric smile; I dared strain.
quot;All cats are cynics,quot; h my yellow glare.
It is t draws him, see.
ts in a enderest time of dusk. You can scarcely see ures, tains almost on t up, talls go do comes on. And t, on Sundays, t o Mass, bundled up in black, he company of an aged hag, her keeper, who grumps along grim as a prison dinner.
secret face? Puss revealed it?
Back ables so late, so very late at nigo our emergent surprise t all at once it s ly a-gurgle fine spirits er and cold rot to ctle lanterns the chill fog as we go ungodly rolling home.
See, a black barque, like a state funeral; and Puss takes it into o board acking obliquely to e against ern, take offence at suctentions to tle cat? (As it turns out, ttise as Arabia descends from t just tatic spot. Puss lets rip a roaring purr, rears briefly on s; jig te o see and draer lamp lit be flush: her face.
And she smiling.
For a moment, just t moment, you was May morning.
quot;Come along! Come! Dont day beast!quot; snaps toots; she sneezes.
t is, and dark, again.
It I alone w smile ole .
Love.
Ive sat inscrutably by and in ty, besides a number of good iful daugry girls come to sell celery and endive on trips ts more. tary unsticoats and if I could, I sixteen years old. But never t;lovequot;, of any of transports, until my master saeleone as s to Mass, and sed up for him.
And noo tables no more for lack of and never even pats tling rump of t our slops left festering for days and ts filt bad-temperedly o fetcer off the walls.
Ill so see, o . So muco tossing on sleep for fear into ter t black, vague ser . o be so inconspicuous? And yet, ; times, t about.
e o times contrive to touc, o y o , in a dream, till bed-time; , eit c, parfumé avec tarragon, but touc so I crunc up, bones and all, performing, as ever after meals, my meditative toilette, I pondered, to ruining us boting ained by unfulfilment. If I lead o akes e, as rain in tricks as usual.
ter and once again. t, very muc, sir.
teleone employs, but tc, a sleek, spry tabby eetomary tribute of a fes of my striped loins and, -ed creature cty kitty out of to o play er trailed oget an all-girls ball.
Poor, lonely lady, married so young to an old dodderer e and icks, and ime at indeed; and jealous as ent, tabby declares -- a stop to all tting in t to certify get from anot s get from him.
quot;tc to antler ;
Notells me t time for t sing-o ride off into try to extort more grasping rents from starveling tenant farmers. And s all alone, ts and bars you believe; all alone -- but for the hag!
Aurns out to be t snag; an iron-plated, copper-bottomed, sy bitter ers ers, clatters, erupts into paroxysms of t ts ones affections, nor for my tabby neit, oy rises to test part of our conversation in ty convenience of t so see to-inaccessible one gets a letter safe if I slip it to to discommoded by my boots.
tter, did my master, as long as it takes me to lick t off my dicky. ears up ion: quot;Look not for any peace, my ; o tys tyranny, dazzled am I by torments cannot be assuaged.quot; ts not to t one ninny bethem already!
quot;Speak from t,quot; I finally ex. quot;And all good women reak, sir; convince ion and s;
quot; your advice, Puss, Ill ask for it,quot; once y-toity. But at last o pen ten pages; a rake, a profligate, a card-so rack and ruin w were a glimpse of grace, ion.
O a masterpiece he penned!
quot;Sucears s at ; says my tabby friend.
quot;Oabs, sabs -- I never meant to ed cat! And put to and s sent oo mucue to and is.quot;
An admirable little note t urn, per Figaro s a responsive yet uncompromising tone. For, says s a glimpse of his person?
ter once, times; s and will see me! I shis very evening!
So, to tar o buy and most, if I may say so, outlandis in some kind of vagabond mountebanks outfit ered coat braying in truck zany, lovelorn loon ered o make it ate.
tar sucs in tter and crasle talls, sucion of ballad-singers and oration of nostrum-peddlers and pertubation of errand boys t t to ;O; ance uck on tty as a painted stage, and so is s a grace-note. Does she see him? Never a glance.
quot;Up you go, Puss; tell o look my ;
If rococos a piece of cake, t ce, tasteful, early Palladian stumped many a better cat ts time. Agilitys not in it, o Palladian, daring alone storeys graced y caryatid s facilitate t ascent, t colour, I can tell you. seen my precious tabby croucter above me keening encouragement, I, even I, mig flying, up brougo her windowsill.
quot;Dear god!quot; too, aimental tcter. quot;Puss-in-boots!quot;
I boo o t a moment to lose. quot;Cast your eye belo; I ;e , ready to sing you an evening ditty.quot;
tion is tter part. And, for bot sakes I did it, t of bot eyes inspired me to ttempted, by me or any ot, in boots or out of triple somersault!
And a torey drop to ground, .
Only t trifle o say, I neatly land on all my fours and tabs goes nessed my triumpuning up t old mandolin and breaks, as doo his song.
I rees, like mine; and yet tle died for urning costers paused in tracks to reet girls forgot turned to , they did.
tabs, up on ts power I know my is in his voice.