Figaro ell you! Figaro upstairs, Figaro doairs and -- otle Figaro    slip into my ladys c as you like at any time    akes t you knoan, sopicated; ell ;no" to te yet toujours discret advances of a fine marmalade cat? (Unless it be ily overflo test whiff of furr, which happened once, as you shall hear.)

        A tom, sirs, a giom and proud of it. Proud of e sfront t dazzles    angeriessellations (o a fiery suit of ligrang eye and more tary , some say, of o impromptu song at tacle of t ed 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 oer I celebrate y o, t -- s s ily lubricates ive Bergamasque    is the only language in which you    purr.

        "Merrrrrrrrrrci!"

        Instanter I dras oy ogs t terminate my    young man,    y by moonligo : ";

        "At your service, sir!"

        "Up to my baly, young Puss!"

        , in s,    encement as I sly up te, ueet your forepaone nympit; left pa, tyrs bum srioto 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 , I, Puss,    attempted ten I    off tour, to the applause of all.

        "You strike me as a cat of parts," says t ion, rump out, tail up, o facilitate ary free gift, my natural, my ual smile.

        For all cats icularity, eac alley so t,    s ever graced a pontiffs pilloed on. t Mona Lisa smiles t smile , no matter s been not. So all cats is air; , I hing of a smiler hisself.

        "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 affe and to test tractability of my clas of absenind, t ot could slip into a young girls sacred privad 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 ou-tacks, lec as loves ted a rascal as ever put on    linen.

        imes    -- a    oo, for a cat may move from lap to lap y and cast     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 affe to test of tion , o pawn his drawers.

        So all    riger; until t needs go fall in love.

        ";

        I    about my ablutions, tonguing my arseegrity of cats, ou to remain silent. Love?    er, for    and god knoiso do ender passion?

        "And soe and so a dolt and dragon-guarded."

        I es and fixed    satiric smile; I dared    strain.

        "All cats are ics," h my yellow glare.

        It is t draws him, see.

        ts in a eime of dusk. You    scarcely see ures, tains almost    on t up, talls go do es on. And t, on Sundays, t o Mass, bundled up in black, he pany 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 o 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 ag obliquely to e against ern, take offe sutions to tle cat? (As it turns out, ttise    as Arabia desds from t just tatic spot. Puss lets rip a r 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 m.

        "e along! e! Dont day beast!" 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 e to sell celery and endive on trips ts more. tary unsticoats and if I could, I    sixteen years old. But ;love",    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 inspicuous? A, ; times, t about.

        e o times trive to touc, o y o , in a dream, till bed-time; , eit c, parfumé avec tarragon, but    touc so I c up, bones and all, perf, as ever after meals, my meditative toilette, I poo 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.

        "tc to antler ;

        Notells me t time for t sing-o ride off into try to extort mraspis from starveli farmers. And s all alos 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 affes, nor for my tabby , oy rises to test part of our versation in ty venience of t so see to-inaccessible os a letter safe if I slip it to    to    disoded by my boots.

        tter, did my master, as long as it takes me to lick t off my dicky. ears up ion: "Look not for any peace, my ; o tys tyranny, dazzled am I by torments ot be assuaged." ts not to t one ninhem already!

        "Speak from t," I finally ex. "And all good women reak, sir; vince ion and s;

        " your advice, Puss, Ill ask for it,"    ooity. But at last o pen ten pages; a rake, a profligate, a card-so rad ruin w    were a glimpse of grace, ion.

        O a masterpiece he penned!

        "Sucears s at ; says my tabby friend.

        "Oabs, sabs -- I never meant to ed cat! And put    to    and s    sent oo mucue to and    is."

        An admirable little    urn, per Figaro s a respo unpromising tone. For, says s a glimpse of his person?

        ter oimes; 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    su tter and crasle talls, su of ballad-singers and oration of nostrum-peddlers aubation of errand boys t t    to ;O; ance u tty as a paiage, and so is s a graote. Does she see him? Never a glance.

        "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 alooreys graced y caryatid s facilitate t ast, t colour, I    tell you.    seen my precious tabby croucter above me keening encement, I, even I, mig flying, up brougo her windowsill.

        "Dear god!" too, aimental tcter. "Puss-in-boots!"

        I boo o t a moment to lose. "Cast your eye belo; I ;e , ready to sing you an evening ditty."

        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 ly 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; ale died f costers paused in tracks to reet girls fot turo , they did.

        tabs, up on ts power I know my    is in his voice.
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