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The Nolens' two cats, Tom and Tiger, were the only ones who were awake at the house on What-a-Jolly Street that belonged to the Nolens. Tiger was a large golden cat with brown stripes, much like a real tiger, and he delighted in projecting an intimidating appearance. Tom was a black cat with a white waistcoat and a white nose. He thought he was the most beautiful cat in the world.
Since turning in for the night, Tom and Tiger had been heard snarling viciously at one another. Tiger wanted to take a nap, but Tom was determined to get every last bit of snow and mud off of his coat. Tiger was annoyed by his persistence.
"Haven't you done yet?" Tiger grumbled. Tom said, "You're keeping me awake," as he gingerly kissed his white vest and muttered, "You're keeping me awake." He stated, "When I get dressed up, I feel like I look exactly like Mr. Nolen."
The tiger reacted with a snort of laughter at the remark. You resemble more of a penguin, namely a stupid penguin that makes a lot of noise. Tom answered, "Take it back," and Tiger growled, "Try and make me!" Tiger knew that Tom didn't want to fight since it irritated Tiger's silky coat, so he knew that Tom wouldn't want to fight. Tom shouted indignantly, "I am not!"
Nevertheless, Tom did not bring his coat with him tonight when he went out. He shot through the air like a jet-propelled black and white rocket, and when he finally landed on Tiger, he was chubby and content. SSSSSTTT! Scratch! Zing! Wow! A ball of brown and black fur that was twisted together sprung to its feet and hurried over the carpet. Tom was on top of the cat when it crashed against the wall and split into two separate animals.
"That's not true," he remarked with enthusiasm, "you're more like a tiger." The tiger yelled and staggered to his feet, yelling, "Oooooh!" Extremely violent and cruel to the extreme. "Hmm, is that so? " Tom purred," exuding an expression of pure joy.
When he got back to the crate, he helped Tiger smooth out his fur by licking it, and he congratulated the tiger on his beautiful coat. Tom said that the plain black and white ones don't look as good as the ones with stripes.