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Joining Juice Wailing the Aliens Back
Juice had a call that carried to the outer limits of the next galaxy. We all thought he was a tad bit touched in his pure ecstasy. I think he seems more orange today, said a feline on the block. Look at his muscles said another, his boots I’d like to knock. You hussies are whorish I thought, feeling I was better than them. The next thing I knew they were clashing down an old Tom named Jim. Two of the wildest felines in New York, they have had dozens of litters. Not a bit discriminating, they are an embarrassment to cat critters. Juice was throwing his call out there, with insane bits of might. I knew he was calling the mothership. I saw her antennas bright. Get me off of this planet he told the beam that came down from the sky. At this moment, he became a pretty damned desirable guy. I preened and I primped, and I sashayed up to that alley in a bit. He had stopped sing wailing, but he did not see me one whit. The aliens had brought him something ten times better than cat nip. I lingered for days. The smell sent me on a fantastic psychedelic trip. What is wrong with those two? Juice asked, indicating the sluts. I was honest and mean, throwing out words in disapproving struts. We became close friends that day. High as kite, Juice and happy me. The next time he made the alien cry, I was next to him singing off key.
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