... some new cat creeping around the corner! Don't get too close now, for I'm a fussy old cat, or so they say ... but don't you believe it. I may be old and scruffy, but I'm always too curious to run."
Her name was Tigerlo, and she went on ... "So let me tell you ... I've had a long day and feel like exchanging a couple of 'meows' before I crash on my pillow. I'd like to have made a run along the river, but it was a nasty crowd out tonight so I just wandered around town tumping over trash cans."
Desoto thought she appeared to be in better condition than she would have him know, so he complimented her on her appearance. He liked her soft grey hair and white face with friendly eyes, and Tigerlo warmed up to Desoto's gentlemanly attitude. They wanted to make friends, but she fell into a little caterwalling as the conversation went on, and she said: "Say! You look like an old friend of mine with that smart black cap and formal tail ... yeah ... I called him "Rumsfeld" 'cause I thought he was a pretty cool cat."
(oh, yeah!? Desoto thought)
"What neighborhood do you scratch around in, Desoto?"
Now Desoto was a somewhat cautious cat - and wise - so he tried to hedge the subject by stretching and yawning. He wondered if they might become friends.
