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"Yes he's a fine cat; I told him with a bit of work we could get
him a date."
"Upmfh, You swine, who did this to my cat?" Shrieked the old woman.
"No. 28 is your purp, someone ought to put an AGB out on that No.28, he's got my car you know." He explained
the situation.
"No. 28? What in gods name are you on about." She seemed genuinely confused.
"No. 28, face like a kettle, wears his teeth real high, and will kick your cat upside the head before you
know what time it is." This is the profile he had pieced together earlier using the identikit had had ordered
via the internet.
"Good god man, you're not making a drop of sense, just keep well away from my cat you dirty dirty man."
Andy waved goodbye to the cat and gave a huge middle finger to the old woman after she had turned her back, I'm
sure the cat laughed this time.
Andy's car was a shiny car, he was scrupulous about regular washes, though avert to dealing with large amounts
of untamed water himself, he would usually send 23 down to do it, and if 23 refused he would promptly receive an
errant boot to the backside as per the law. Maybe this no. 28 fellow had taken his car to be serviced? Possibly.
What we need is a car. Andrew locked up and sauntered over to the Mrs. Burtons house with the request of 1 car
and 1 set of keys.
"Ah, Mrs. B, long time no see, I was just wondering if I could……."
SLAM!! CLINK.CLANK.CLINK. He had to jump back to avoid getting he nose separated from his head.
Hmmm. He sucked in his cheeks to facilitate deep thought. The cat in the hat had slipped out the door and was watching
him watching the cat watching him think.
"Hey there little thrill seeker, want to come with me? You can ID the purp for me; you've seen him, that's
for sure." The cat had lost the handbag for a hat, but now had a poets beret worn on a slant with a feather
in it.
"What do you say?"
They took off down the street, the cat in toe, heading to the south. The plan was to hit the roulette tables first
and see what came of it.
"You know its APB not AGB you bumbling idiot." Said the cat under his breath.
"Did you say something?" Andy had a cigar in his hand and pointed it accusingly at the feline. The cat
adjusted his hat and didn't say nuffin he just kept walking.
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