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I got to the office early. I needed to contemplate my situation. Was I engaged to the lovely Savoy? Or not?

Christmas was nearly upon us and I had to decide whether to purchase an engagement ring. Firing up the iPad, I researched the Hope Diamond to see if it was available. Surely, Savoy would bestow another ‘kiss’ on me if I was to present he...

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Usually, I enjoy a good tussle but I was happy when the coppers pulled Rocky off me. The tabby was tougher than he looked.

I sat beside Savoy to lick my wounds and, if truth be told, to receive some much needed sympathy and understanding.

“WTF are you doing?” Savoy asked in quite an accusatory manner.

“Defending your honour, my Lady . . .” I...

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The phone continued to ring but my head was in the clouds as I thought about the ‘Kiss’ that Savoy and I had shared. In fact, since that night I had merely gone through the motions of life. Today was no different.

While I was in the office, I could not help thinking about whether to propose marriage to the lovely BSH? After all, for her to plant one on me like t...

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As you know, last week, I was rendered senseless by the events in Ms. Fox’s kitchen. Well, I regained consciousness to see the faces of the Kontinental Kat, Ms. Fox and a wily coyote, who was ready for a fight, all looking down on me.

“Where am I?” I was still a bit woozy.

“You’re in my kitchen, lover boy . . .” Ms. Fox answered in her best Mae West imitat...

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I sat in the office and tried my paw at writing a love poem to my Savoy. It was harder than I imagined. I could not, for the life of me, think of a rhyme for the word ‘besott’. It had to be something of a romantic nature but all I could manage was ‘rot, caught or plot’! None of them would do.

The Kontinental Kat sat at his desk reading the latest news on the scandal...

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