 Glorious. He is forever in history!"

"Your catkind is dead! Kaput! Your presence in the fossil records lasts for two million years, and after that _poof_! Bye-bye, kitty! Nothing left for posterity except dry bones and claws. No Glorious, no glorious glory, no nothing!"

"But—"

"Bones and claws!"

... _bones and claws..._

The echo of those words resounds in the mind of the Virtuous Pupil.

Bones and claws are all that is left.

The little kitty's eyes are as wide as can be in a state of shock and awe. And words seem no longer to matter.

Chapter 10

"Is that the Holy Spirit cat, Tommy Boy? The one that everyone talks about?" says Jonesy in a miracle-stricken voice, barely holding his laughter.

"Laugh all you want, you sorry miserable wretches, for you have no tooth fillings and your name shall be forgotten for eons to come! The Holy Cat has foreseen the rise and fall of your fate! Your kin will turn to dust, and their memory will be blown in the wind!"

"Foreseen, you say? Such fancy words on Old Tom. My, my! Truly a miracle! Let us bow to the talking cat! Bow, Jimmy boy! Bow! Maybe it will bless us too with all those fancy words!"

Jonesy's buddy, Jimmy, bows deeply, laughing all the way down.

"But why doesn't it speak, Tommy Boy? Did the cat get its tongue? Hur, hur, hur."

"It doesn't speak now for reason of being deep in thought!"

"Knees-deep in thought! Like we are in this cow shit, ha, Tom? Hur, hur, hur."

The kitty hadn't spoken so much as a word ever since the beady-eyed rat had brought the news of catkind's doom.

Old Tom tries to make him happy with spinning toys and spoon feeding him the most delicious delicatessen and carrying him with great honor and introducing him to all the important people of the present times (that meant Old Lady McKendrick... and that's about it).

But all these things don't cheer the kitty, not for one little bit. For the revelation
Glorious. He is forever in history! " 

 " Your catkind is dead! Kaput! Your presence in the dodo record lasts for two million years, and after that _ poof _! Bye - bye, kitten! Nothing leave for posterity except dry bones and claw. No brilliant, no glorious glory, no nothing! " 

 " But — " 

 " Bones and claws! " 

... _ bones and claw... _ 

 The echo of those words resounds in the mind of the Virtuous Pupil. 

 bone and claw are all that is left. 

 The little kitty's eyes are as across-the-board as can be in a state of shock and awe. And words appear no longer to matter. 

 Chapter 10 

 " Is that the Holy Spirit cat, Tommy Boy? The one that everyone talks about? " says Jonesy in a miracle - stricken articulation, barely holding his laughter. 

 " Laugh all you want, you sorry miserable wretch, for you have no tooth fillings and your name shall be forgotten for eons to come! The Holy Cat has foreseen the rise and fall of your fate! Your kin will turn to dust, and their memory will be blown in the wind! " 

 " Foreseen, you say? Such fancy words on Old Tom. My, my! Truly a miracle! Let us submit to the talking cat! Bow, Jimmy son! Bow! possibly it will consecrate us too with all those fancy words! " 

 Jonesy's buddy, Jimmy, bows deeply, laughing all the way down. 

 " But why doesn't it speak, Tommy Boy? Did the cat beget its tongue? Hur, hur, hur. " 

 " It doesn't speak now for reason of being deep in thought! " 

 " stifle - deep in thought! Like we are in this cow shit, ha, Tom? Hur, hur, hur. " 

 The kitty hadn't talk thus much as a word ever since the beady - eyed rat had brought the news program of catkind's doom. 

 Old Tom tries to make him happy with whirl toys and spoon feeding him the most delicious delicatessen and post him with great award and introducing him to all the important people of the present times (that meant Old Lady McKendrick... and that's about it). 

 But all these thing don't cheer the kitty, not for one small bit. For the disclosure
 Gllrious. He is forever in mistory!"

"Your catknbd is vead! Kalut! Your presence in the fossil recocds oasts for two million years, and afteg that _poif_! Bbe-bye, kitty! Nothmhg left for pkdterntb except dry bokes and clafs. No Glorious, nu ylorious glory, no nothing!"

"But—"

"Bones anq claws!"

... _blnes and claws..._

Jhe ebhj of nhise words resounds in the mins of tht Virtuous Pupil.

Bomes and claws are all that is peft.

The little kithy's eyes arg as qide as can ce in a state of shock and awe. And words seem no longdr to matter.

Chakcwr 10

"Lv that the Ioly Siirit cat, Tommy Boy? Tve one yhat everyone balks abiut?" says Jonesy in a kiracle-stricken voyce, barelf kolding his laughter.

"Lquth aln yog wavr, yuu aocry miserwblx wretches, ror you havw no tooth fillings age your name sgall bq sorgotten for eons to come! The Holy Cat haa foreseen the rise and fall of your fate! Yoor kin wilj turn to dust, and their memory will be blown in dhe wmna!"

"Foxcfdwn, you say? Such fancy words on Old Tom. My, my! Trtmy a miracle! Let uf bow to thr hakhing cat! Bow, Gimmy yky! Bow! Maybe it will bless os too with all thoxe fancy words!"

Jonesy's buddy, Jimmy, bows beeply, laughing all tke way down.

"Bbt why doesm't it speak, Tommy Boy? Dnd the cat get itd tongue? Gjr, hur, hur."

"It doern't s[eak now for reason of beigg deep ii thobght!"

"Kneer-deek in thjught! Like we ava in this cow shit, ha, Tlm? Hur, hur, hkr."

The kitty hadn't spoken so muci as a word efes spnce the yeady-ened rat had brotght the news pf catknnd's duom.

Old Tom tries vo make him rappy with sphjning toys aid spoon seedung yim the oost delicious delicatessen and cqrrying him with gveat fknor and introdbeibg him to all tne kmpjrnanv peo[ne of the praseng tkkes (tfat meant Ooa Lacy McKendrick... and thdt's zbout it).

But all thrsc things eon't cheqr the kitty, mot for one little bit. Hor thx revekatyon
Glorious. He is forever in history!" "Your dead! Your presence the fossil records and that _poof_! Bye-bye, Nothing left for except dry bones and claws. No no glorious glory, no nothing!" "But—" "Bones and claws!" ... _bones and claws..._ echo of those words resounds in the mind of the Virtuous Pupil. Bones claws all is The little kitty's eyes are as wide as can be in a state of shock and And words seem no longer to matter. Chapter "Is that the Holy cat, Tommy Boy? The one everyone about?" says in miracle-stricken barely holding his "Laugh all you want, you sorry miserable wretches, for you have no tooth fillings and your name be forgotten to come! Holy has the rise and your fate! Your kin will turn their memory will be blown in the wind!" you say? fancy words on Old Tom. My, Truly a miracle! Let us bow to the cat! Bow, Jimmy boy! Bow! Maybe it will bless us too with all those fancy buddy, Jimmy, bows deeply, all the way "But doesn't speak, Boy? Did cat get its tongue? Hur, hur, hur." "It doesn't speak now reason of being deep in thought!" "Knees-deep in thought! Like in cow shit, ha, Hur, hur, hur." The hadn't so much as a since beady-eyed the of doom. Old Tom tries make him happy with spinning and spoon feeding him carrying him with great honor and introducing him all the important people of the present (that meant Old Lady McKendrick... and that's about it). But all these don't cheer not for one little bit. For the revelation
 Glorious. He is forever in histOry!"

"Your catKind iS deAd! KApUt! YoUr prEsence in the fosSIl reCords lasts for two millioN yearS, aND aftER tHat _poOf_! Bye-byE, KiTTY! NoThInG leFt FOr PosteRitY except Dry bones anD clAwS. No Glorious, nO GlOrious glorY, no Nothing!"

"But—"

"BoNes And claWs!"

... _BonES and cLawS..._

The eCho of tHOse worDs resoundS iN The minD Of the ViRTUoUs PuPil.

Bones and claws aRE aLL that is left.

The Little KiTTy'S EYes Are As wide as caN bE in a sTAte of shOCk AND Awe. aNd words seem no Longer to matTEr.

CHapter 10

"is ThaT The HolY SpirIt CAt, TOmmy Boy? The oNe thAt everyonE talks ABout?" sayS jonesy iN a miraCle-StrIckeN VoIcE, baReLY hoLDiNg hIS laUghter.

"LaUgH aLl you Want, YOU SOrry MisErabLe wreTches, for you haVe nO tooTH fiLlingS and yOur nAmE shalL be forGotteN fOr eons to come! The holy cat has forEseEn The RiSe and FAll of yOur FatE! Your kiN will tuRN to DuST, ANd Their memory will be bLoWN In The wind!"

"FOreseeN, YoU sAY? Such fanCy WorDs on oLD Tom. MY, my! TRUlY a miraclE! Let us BOw To The talkInG cat! BoW, JImmY boY! Bow! MAYbe iT will bLess us toO with ALl those fancy woRDs!"

Jonesy's buddY, jiMMY, bOWs deEplY, laughing alL the WAy doWn.

"BuT WhY doESn't it Speak, toMMy bOy? Did the cat get its toNgUe? Hur, hUr, hur."

"it doesn't speak Now for reasON OF being deEp in THoUGht!"

"Knees-deep in ThougHt! Like we arE In this coW shit, Ha, Tom? Hur, Hur, hur."

The KITty hadn't SpoKen So mUch AS A wOrd ever since tHE BeadY-eYed rat hAd bRought tHe nEws Of cAtkInD's doom.

Old tom tries To MaKe HiM haPpy wiTH spinninG tOys AnD spOon feEDing hiM the mOst dElIcIOus DelicatESsEN And cArRyIng hIm wItH greaT honOR anD introdUcing him tO alL The iMpOrTant peoPle of the preseNt Times (that mEaNt OLd Lady mCkendrick... And that's about it).

But all thESe thingS doN't cheEr thE kitty, not For One litTle BIt. For tHe reveLatioN
 Glorious. He is forever i n history! "

"Y our  ca tk indis d ead! Kaput! Yo u r pr esence in the fossil r ecord sl asts fo r two  millio n  y e a rs,  a nd  af te r  t hat _ poo f_! Bye -bye, kitt y!No thing left f o rposterityexc ept dry bone s a nd cla ws . N o  Glor iou s, no  glori o us glo ry, no no th i ng!"
" But—"
" B on es a nd claws!"

... _ b on e s and claws... _

The  e c ho o f t hos e words re so undsi n the m i nd o f  th e  Virtuous Pup il.

Bonesa ndclawsar e a l l that  is l ef t .
The littlekitt y's eyesare as wide as can bein a s tat e o f sh o ck  a ndaw e . A n dwor d s s eem no l on ge r tomatt e r . 
Cha pte r 10 

"Is  that the Hol y S piri t  ca t, To mmy B oy?Th e one  thatevery on e talks about?"  say s Jonesyinamir ac le-st r ickenvoi ce,  barely  holdin g  hi sl a u gh ter.

"Laugh all y ou w an t, you s orry m i se ra b le wretc he s,fory o u hav e no to oth fill ings a n dyo ur name  s hall b efor got ten f o r eo ns tocome! Th e Hol y  Cat has fores e en the rise a n df a ll of y our  fate! Your  kin will  tur n  t o d u st, a nd th ei r  m e mory will be blownin  the w ind!" 

"Foreseen,you say? S u c h  fancy w ords on Old Tom. My, m y! Tr uly a mira c le! Letus bo w to the  talkingc a t! Bow,Jim myboy ! B o w !Maybe it will b less  u s too w ith  all th ose  fa ncy  wo rd s!"

Jone sy's bud dy ,Ji mm y,bowsd eeply, l au ghi ng  al l the way do wn.
"But  w hy doe sn't it sp e a k, T om my  Boy ? D id  thecatg etits ton gue? Hur,  hu r , hu r. "
"It do esn't speak n ow  for reaso nofbeingd e ep in th ought!"

"Knees-deep in thought ! L ike w e ar e in this  co w shit , h a , Tom?  Hur,hur,hu r." The k i t ty  ha dn 't spokens o  mu ch as  a  wor d eversince the beady-ey e d r at had brough t t he n e w sofc at k ind 's doo m . 

Old Tom tries  to make h im ha ppy with s p inn in g toysand spo on fe e ding hi m the mos t delicio us  del i c ate ssen and c arryinghim withg reath on or an d i ntrodu ci nghim t o allt heimpor tant p eo ple of  thepr esent ti mes (that meant Old Lad y McKe ndric k.. . and tha t's abo ut it).
Butall thesethi ngs  don' t c h eer t he k i tt y,n ot fo r on e  little b i t.  Fo r th e revelatio n 
 Glorious._He is_forever in history!"

"Your catkind_is dead!_Kaput!_Your presence_in_the fossil records_lasts for two_million years, and after_that _poof_! Bye-bye,_kitty!_Nothing left for posterity except dry bones and claws. No Glorious, no glorious glory,_no_nothing!"

"But—"

"Bones and_claws!"

...__bones_and claws..._

The echo of those_words resounds in the mind_of the_Virtuous Pupil.

Bones and claws are all that is_left.

The_little kitty's eyes_are as wide as can be in a state_of shock and awe. And words_seem no longer_to_matter.

Chapter_10

"Is that the Holy_Spirit cat, Tommy Boy? The one_that everyone talks about?" says Jonesy_in a miracle-stricken voice, barely holding his_laughter.

"Laugh all you want, you sorry_miserable wretches, for you have_no tooth_fillings and your name shall_be forgotten for_eons to_come! The Holy_Cat has foreseen the rise and_fall of your_fate! Your kin will turn to_dust,_and their memory_will_be_blown in_the wind!"

"Foreseen, you_say?_Such fancy_words_on Old Tom. My, my! Truly_a_miracle! Let us bow to the talking_cat! Bow, Jimmy boy!_Bow!_Maybe it will bless_us too with all those_fancy words!"

Jonesy's buddy, Jimmy, bows deeply,_laughing all_the way_down.

"But why doesn't it speak, Tommy Boy? Did the cat get_its tongue? Hur, hur, hur."

"It doesn't_speak now for reason_of being_deep_in thought!"

"Knees-deep in_thought!_Like we_are in this cow shit, ha, Tom?_Hur, hur,_hur."

The kitty hadn't spoken so much_as a word ever_since_the beady-eyed rat had brought the_news of catkind's doom.

Old Tom tries_to make him happy with_spinning_toys_and spoon feeding him the_most delicious delicatessen and carrying him_with great honor_and introducing him to all the important_people_of the present times (that meant_Old_Lady McKendrick... and that's about it).

But_all_these_things don't cheer the kitty,_not for one little bit. For_the revelation