A Cool Cat

He was a tabby cat, the color of a golden sunset.  He pranced here and there, aware that all eyes were on him.  Prancing, each hop filled with a sense of entitlement as he surveyed the land: his land.  An alley cat.  But a cool one at that. He was a cool cat.  A jazzy, in-your-face, happening cat and he knew there was no other like him. He could go anywhere he pleased, eat what pleased him, he was very much in the know. Thomas O’Malley.  Abraham de Lacy Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley, the alley cat.  The one everyone wanted to know.  The one with the magic carpet.  He could do pretty much everything – except swim, which he found out the hard way. What he wanted: he got. He always did what pleased him and if, in the process he made someone else’s day a little better, that too pleased him.  And then came Duchess. He knew she was special and he needed someone special like himself.  And then there was Toulouse, Marie, and Berlioz: the little ones.  He was now a father figure but he still jammed out with Scat Cat and the others on occasion cause after all, he was still a cool cat.  He was that cat.  And he knew what others come to know in their lives as well: Everybody wants to be a cat.