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The Midnight Cat

Tom Augustus Twiddle-me-Whiskers jumped upon the tiles, From chimney-pot to aerial he padded the slaty miles. The stars moved on above him and the gardens dreamt below- Tom Augustus Twiddle-me-Whiskers hunted for his foe. Tom Augustus Twiddle-me-Whiskers’ tail stood up on end, He curved his back like a crescent moon, his honour to defend. He called his foe by the …

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