Dirty, skinny and disdainful, the cat picked its way across the floor to where the great body lay canted on its side, sagging in sleep. The enormous head hung motionless, and the cheeks, which were smeared with sardine oil, glistened invitingly. The cat sniffed, turned, sneered at its audience, and began cleaning its paws.
Sorrowfully, Jackie Gleason heaved himself upright and looked at Gene Kelly. The two are in Paris trying to film a movie called Gigot, about a lovable deaf-mute bum whose best friend is an alley cat. In the first...
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