I knew it.. it was just a matter of time.. First it was assaulting innocent canadians.. now smoking.. That cat is falling in with the wrong crowd I tell you!
I was going to suggest that you get him "the patch," but it's probably kinda hard to stick those things to fur (and it'd hurt like the dickens to pull 'em off). Maybe the nicotine gum would be better??
The man had gone off to wherever it is he goes, and I was washed, fed, and bored. I hadn't had a case in weeks, and the naps were getting as old as a senile parrot. I was so desperate, I was eyeing the catnip mouse. I've been down that road before, and it isn't pretty.
Suddenly, there was a scratching at the door. It opened, and she came sauntering in. She was Persian, and under that perfectly groomed fur were the longest gams I'd ever seen on a pussycat. She had a coat a mink would envy, and the sparkle on her collar told me she wasn't about to go hungry. Those rocks were real. She flicked her long, supple tail and purred.
"Mister Spade? I hear you're the best private cat's eye in the business. I need the best."
Something in that voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and my whiskers twitched a warning, but I ignored them. She was rich, she was beautiful, and I knew for sure that she was trouble. But that never stopped me before. Trouble is what I'm all about.
I lit another cigarette, and said "Curl up on a cushion and tell me all about it, sweetheart." If I'd known what I was getting into, I'd have hissed her out right then. I should have given more thought to that catnip mouse. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.
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Date: 2004-10-02 02:23 am (UTC)bad parenting if you ask me
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Date: 2004-10-02 01:58 pm (UTC)It's hard to just quit cold kitty....
Date: 2004-10-02 03:44 am (UTC)Re: It's hard to just quit cold kitty....
Date: 2004-10-02 01:56 pm (UTC)Maybe one of those inhaler-thingums.
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Date: 2004-10-02 03:51 am (UTC)Newt Spade, Private Eye
Date: 2004-10-02 01:02 pm (UTC)Suddenly, there was a scratching at the door. It opened, and she came sauntering in. She was Persian, and under that perfectly groomed fur were the longest gams I'd ever seen on a pussycat. She had a coat a mink would envy, and the sparkle on her collar told me she wasn't about to go hungry. Those rocks were real. She flicked her long, supple tail and purred.
"Mister Spade? I hear you're the best private cat's eye in the business. I need the best."
Something in that voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and my whiskers twitched a warning, but I ignored them. She was rich, she was beautiful, and I knew for sure that she was trouble. But that never stopped me before. Trouble is what I'm all about.
I lit another cigarette, and said "Curl up on a cushion and tell me all about it, sweetheart." If I'd known what I was getting into, I'd have hissed her out right then. I should have given more thought to that catnip mouse. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.
Re: Newt Spade, Private Eye
Date: 2004-10-02 01:54 pm (UTC)"I never quite knew how to answer that."
kudos on your noir-kitty skills!
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Date: 2004-10-03 03:04 am (UTC)Re: Newt Spade, Private Eye
Date: 2004-10-03 03:53 am (UTC)Re: Newt Spade, Private Eye
Date: 2004-10-02 03:53 pm (UTC)Re: Newt Spade, Private Eye
Date: 2004-10-03 03:07 am (UTC)It was the venetian blinds that inspired me, as much as the butt. They just scream Bogart!
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Date: 2004-10-03 03:53 am (UTC)Re: Newt Spade, Private Eye
Date: 2004-10-03 06:20 am (UTC)Re: Newt Spade, Private Eye
Date: 2004-10-03 10:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-02 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-02 07:22 pm (UTC)http://www.youthofbritain.com/chillout/