The Great Catsby (Part 2): A Party of Whiskers and Whispers ππΈπ·π¦β¨
I believe that on the first night I went to Catsby's house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited. People were not invitedβthey went there. They got into automobiles (cardboard boxes) which bore them out to Long Island, and somehow they ended up at Catsby's door. π¦ππ¨
The bar was in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails (bowls of milk) permeated the garden outside. The air was alive with chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other's names. π₯π¬πΊ
I wandered through the crowd, looking for the host. I found Jordan Baker-Cat, a slender, small-breasted girl (well, a Siamese with a very sleek coat) with an erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. π―ββοΈπ§΄
"He's just a man named Catsby," she whispered. "He was an Oxford man (he went to a very fancy obedience school)." ππ
Suddenly, a cat smiled at meβmuch more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. π¦π
"I'm Catsby," he said simply. "I thought you knew, old sport. I'm afraid I'm not a very good host." π€
He was sitting on the highest tier of his **Modernist Pedestal Perch**, looking down at the chaos with a detached curiosity. His fur was the color of old gold, and his eyes were full of secrets. π°ππ
"I've been trying to get this laser pointer to work," he confessed, batting at a small device. "It's the green one. I need the green one." π’π¦
"Why green?" I asked.
"Green is the color of hope," Catsby replied. "And it is the color of the light at the end of the Daisy-dock." πΌπ’
Just then, a butler (the automatic feeder) announced that dinner was served. Catsby's smile vanished, and he became once again the mysterious millionaire, alone in his tower, watching the world with hungry eyes. π²π€π½οΈ
Ready for the next chapter? Catsby reveals his past and his plan for tea! Find out in Part 3! πΎβ¨
Missed the beginning? Start from Part 1 here! π’π₯
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