That Darn Cat! Page #4

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- I'll see you in the morning.

- Mm-hm.

- Same time as usual?

- Hmm.

[Barking]

[Growling]

[Growling]

[Tearing]

- [Barking]

- Quiet, Blitzy.

Good night,

my little beauties. [cooing]

[Growling]

[Meowing]

Oh!

[Knocking]

Okay, where's the duck?

- I beg your pardon.

- I want my duck!

Your duck?

If you please.

I'm sorry,

I really don't know...

[growling] Where is that sneaky,

miserable guttersnipe?

- He's got my duck.

- What duck?

Don't you dare pretend with me.

- I saw him come in here with it.

- You saw who come in?

Patricia Randall,

I have had all I can take.

That rotten cat of yours,

he molests my prize albino fantails,

crawls all over my car every time

I wash it with his muddy paws.

He digs up Mother's bulbs.

He's driven my dog to the brink

of a nervous breakdown.

You mean DC?

Well, I'm sorry,

but actually, he isn't my cat.

He isn't anybody's cat.

What are you talking about?

He lives here, doesn't he?

Of course, but don't you see?

You don't own someone like DC.

He's family.

[Sighing] Oh,

but what am I gonna do?

Shoot. I spent all day

in a duck blind.

Humph! Pouring rain.

And I get one duck.

One single Gadwall.

And that flea-raddled fiend

had to go and steal it.

I know you're upset,

but be honest. It was dark, wasn't it?

It could have been that nasty cat

from across the street.

The one who does everything

that DC gets blamed for.

- [Meowing]

- Now, do you think...

Oh, DC, how could you?

Hold this.

DC, give that to me this instant.

[Meowing]

I want you to know

I'm very, very disappointed in you.

Oh.

Oh, Gregory, I am sorry.

I can't think what

could have come over him.

Bad, bad cat. Ah!

"Bad, bad cat"?

You're a menace

to the whole neighborhood.

Mark you, if I had my way,

the authorities would

do away with you.

Now, wait a minute, Gregory.

DC's a cat.

He can't help his instincts.

He's a hunter, just like you are,

only he's not stupid enough

to sit out in the pouring rain all day.

Well!

Just let me make myself quite clear.

You better keep him locked up at night.

The next time I find him at our place,

I'll give him a pantsful of buckshot.

Nine times, if necessary.

[Meowing]

I know.

I don't care for him much, either.

But he does have a point,

don't you think?

Was that Gregory

I heard down there?

- Correct.

- He sounded angry.

Yeah, I believe he was.

- What goes on around here, anyway?

- Nothing, nothing at all.

DC just happened to take a duck

off Gregory's back porch.

- "Happened" to take a duck?

- Yes.

Gregory came stamping and banging

over here to find it.

Furious. Made a perfect fool of himself.

I don't think he's a stable person.

- There goes my duck dinner.

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