Pussyville has its "Follies" as well as Broadway. Its fads, foibles, and frivolities are as brilliant and as mischievous as the Great White Way brand. And the feline version has a plot, categorically speaking.
Master Tom, who scalps unwary mice and breaks feline hearts with equal assurance and dispatch meets Miss Kitty White and capitulates at sight.
Master Tom performs his "toilette" with all the care and skill of a debutante.
And while the cat's away-------!
They select as a rendezvous that hallowed spot of feline lovers: the Back Fence---in a thickly populated neighborhood, of course.
I'VE ONLY GOT NINE LIVES TO LIVE- AN' I'LL LIVE THEM ALL FOR YOU!
CAN THAT NOISE!!
- GIT OUTER THAT!
- BEAT IT!!
TOMORROW NIGHT AT THE ASH CAN!
The trysting place.
SHOOT SOMETHING LIVELY!
- 'LO' MA!