Clawdette the Cat
For all the new newcomers, all the older newcomers, and all the newcomers on the way. This one really is for you. (Parents, please reassure them that Mickey is all right and that no animals were harmed during the production of this story.)
This is Clawdette.
She is a cat.
Of course, she had her own way of spelling "cat". (Cats like to do things their own way.)
Clawdette loved to yowl.
Yowling is one of the things that cats do better than just about anybody.
Clawdette lived in a large building that was much too tall to climb.
Much too tall.
| Naturally, she insisted upon having a private entrance of her own. |  |
All the people in the building made sure that Clawdette had plenty to eat.
It was an exciting place to live...
...with many interesting people visiting every day.
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And lots of interesting sounds. |
Sometimes Clawdette would yowl along with these noisy visitors.
They didn't always like that.
One day a visitor heard Clawdette's yowling.
He liked it very much.
He led Clawdette to a little room where she could yowl all she wanted.
Soon, people were coming from all over...
...just to hear Clawdette yowl.
Her food got tastier.
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She was given a new private entrance. |
And she could get to the top of her building any time she wanted.
One day, an admirer left Clawdette a gift.
The gift squealed.
Everyone heard the squeal.
Everyone.
Soon after that, nobody paid much attention to Clawdette's yowling.
They all wanted squealing instead. (That's just how people are sometimes.)
But Clawdette didn't mind.
She was still Clawdette, which wasn't a bad thing to be.
And she still loved to yowl.
The end.
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