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My Boyfriend is, the Cat’s Meow, a Fat Cat. He stays Busy as a Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, think of that.. He says the way I look is like: “Two Tom Cats in a Gunny Sack”. It’s Raining Cats and Dogs but we need a snack. We were Busier Than a Three Legged Cat in a Sand Box, but I opted to go for Bagels and Locks. He Was On That Like a Pack of Dogs on a Three Legged Cat. I kept thinking While the Cat’s Away the Mice Will Play. When I got back he Looked Like the Cat who Swallowed the Canary, He was Nervous as a Long Tailed Cat in a Room Full of Rockers. Well, There’s More Ways to Kill a Cat than Choking it With Butter. I got him busier than a One Eyed Cat Watching Two Mouse Holes. Cat Got Your Tongue? I cooly extol. When he finally Lets the Cat Out of the Bag, I tell him to take his Alley Cat Morals and Scruples of a Snake, and Quick as a Cat, vacate, don’t lag. Take that Cheshire-Cat Smile and Walk His Last Mile. © Apr 10 2010