Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, Where Have You Been?

Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, Where Have You Been?

In London, m’sieur
But NOT to see the Queen
My saucer’s in Soho,
I come out at night
You like my long tail, no?
It feels, umm, très right
So pet me, my dear
And I’ll purr up a storm
To you I’ll draw near
And see that you’re…warm.

Soho, London, on a November night in 2011.

And have you ever wondered what ‘twould be like to be served your favorite
libation by a tall, lithe, devilish-red feline with a long whippy tail? Hmmm?

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