Now it is true that Tom is the smart one, but I am the sophisticated one. And Tommy is such a dear to me. I ask him to log me on to the computer and the next thing you know he is typing as fast as his little paws will go and presto, I have connection with the world. Drop a subtle hint about how dear a spot of tea would be and before you know it, here comes Tom with a cup of chamomile.
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It does warm the soul. Now you all know that Tom and I had some unfortunate experiences with the people we used to live with. It pains me to even think about it. We had thought of them as friends, but we were obviously mistaken. We were thinking that perhaps we could never trust another person again. But, well we are such people cats, that we couldn’t help ourselves.
[Lap, lap]
Maybe that will help you understand why Tom was so devastated by Katčka z Hell. Well, that and the meat hooks that mean cat has dangling from his front paws. When I met Max, the first thing that came to mind was Rasputin. He is nothing but a big, mean, arrogant, foul-mannered, foul-smelling, loudmouthed peasant-cat with an attitude that bears no semblance to his standing in life. And that time he swatted me on the rear like a common wench at a roadside inn! He will get his comeuppance!
[Lap, lap]
So, but I digress. We have settled in. There is this cute little area on the top of the piano and adjacent file cabinet that is called ”Tommytown”. And the washing machine and dryer give something of an industrial feel to Tillieville, but I love it all the same.
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Oh, and there is even a spare bed up in Tommytown, so stop by anytime!
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