Nine Lives Removed From Feline Groovy and Royal

(alternately titled: lion eyes hide sharp claws unless made irate, then yours truly bares his sharp talons on all of mine faux pas). Aye attest tubby reincarnated from one male Russian Blue species Felis silvestris catus named Morris if that gives a clue, and during my fuzzy past hence, asthma “Cats Cradle” segued into kitten hood fur hum lee established type cats as (tin pan) alley cat, a rather litter boxed gritty debut t'wood become (later in life) tabby quick as greased lightning snatching in the air, when tender vittles flew, technically got fired (acquiring appropriate pet nicknames) as fame (like a bushy cat tail) grew viz perfect back up crooner for “Cat Stevens”, or lead singer for the "Stray Cats" oddly coupled, featured, and incorporated with the guru Horton Hears A Hoo, yes him Elephant resembling a humungous mandrake from the, "Animals," whose body heat could easily melt an igloo, whereby Eskimos accepted charity from Korean philanthropists named Joo (founders of Palaces for Pachyderms), these lumbering creatures possessed an exemplary photographic memory (rivaling that of the amazing deceased idiot savant Kim Peek) knew practically every detail incorporating trunk hated lines (and could track missing lynx), when felines shared common ancestor but,...such petty files would most likely boar and go way off course, and hence I will shy away being extempore favoring a deliberate fore ray padding around basically ignore ring any rhyme or reason suddenly ending this persiflage, and thence to thee bon jour.