That Darn Cat! Page #11

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Thank you, Gregory.

- Thanks, old man.

- I believe you two have met.

Mr. Kelso, Mr. Benson.

Mr. Kelso is in law enforcement.

- Mr. Benson is a duck hunter.

- Really?

I hope you have a license for it.

So long, now.

Goodbye, Gregory.

Regards to your mother.

Well!

[Crashing]

- Sorry, Mr. Benson.

- Hi, Canoe.

I, uh, wondered

who that car belonged to.

Mm-hm.

Ingrid's new car pool.

- Great, isn't he?

- Yeah.

Uh, Patti, I don't know

how to say this.

- I'm kind of ashamed.

- Canoe.

Whatever happens, you must never

be afraid to look me in the eye.

Oh, that's not it.

I got a stiff neck last night.

How did you

get stuck in that door?

Well, that's just it.

It happened when...

Well, that guy there...

- Well, I was following you.

- Following me?

- Why?

- Well...

...you and that guy,

and you wouldn't let me in the house.

Well, what was I

supposed to think?

Canoe, don't tell me

you were jealous.

And you didn't think

of your stomach, not once?

- How do you feel now?

- Like, miserable.

You do?

Why, that's marvelous.

You're really beginning to mature.

Tell you what,

let's go into the kitchen,

and you can make a big weird sandwich,

and you can tell me all about it.

- Okay.

- Okay.

You might as well wait for me.

It'll save time.

I'm going into the house

to murder someone.

Oh, Wilmer, don't try to hide.

Come out and take your medicine

like a man.

Wilmer!

Now, our cat's been paid

every accolade

And he's earned all his acclaim

In a blaze of glory

He ends our story

In the feline Hall of Fame

But the way life goes

In a year, who knows

From the family he begat

You may wind up with one of

May be the son of

That darn cat

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