Oh, Cat.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s

STOP THE CAB.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

THIS OUGHT TO BE
THE RIGHT PLACE
FOR A TOUGH GUY
LIKE YOU–

GARBAGE CANS,
RATS GALORE.

[MEOW]

SCRAM!

I SAID TAKE OFF!

BEAT IT!

LET’S GO.

[THUNDER]

DRIVER…

PULL OVER HERE.

YOU KNOW
WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU,
MISS WHOEVER-YOU-ARE?

YOU’RE CHICKEN.
YOU GOT NO GUTS.

YOU’RE AFRAID TO SAY,
“O.K., LIFE’S A FACT.”

PEOPLE DO FALL IN LOVE.

PEOPLE DO BELONG
TO EACH OTHER,

BECAUSE THAT’S THE ONLY
CHANCE ANYBODY’S GOT
FOR REAL HAPPINESS.

YOU CALL YOURSELF
A FREE SPIRIT,
A WILD THING.

YOU’RE TERRIFIED
SOMEBODY’S GOING TO
STICK YOU IN A CAGE.

WELL, BABY, YOU’RE
ALREADY IN THAT CAGE.

YOU BUILT IT YOURSELF.

AND IT’S NOT BOUNDED
BY TULIP, TEXAS,
OR SOMALILAND.

IT’S WHEREVER YOU GO.

BECAUSE NO MATTER
WHERE YOU RUN,
YOU JUST END UP
RUNNING INTO YOURSELF.

HERE. I’VE BEEN
CARRYING THIS THING
AROUND FOR MONTHS.
I DON’T WANT IT ANYMORE.

HERE, CAT!

CAT!

WHERE’S THE CAT?

I DON’T KNOW.

CAT.

CAT!

CAT!

CAT!

CAT!

CAT!

OH, CAT.

CAT.

[MEOW]

[MEOW MEOW]

CAT!

CAT.

HERE.

OH, CAT.

OH, OH, OH.

OHH…

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~ by Gli amori difficili on Friday 25 September 2009.

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