As little Thomas walked away, every time he turned around, the cat was a few steps closer.
Bah! Three hours on the pavements, and not one single kopek.
I told you, Pietor! Let ME sing lead!
Sees two periods at end of sentence. Weeps softly over fate of humanity.
Oh please, if I had a cat for everytime you said that... I'd have like 5 cats by now.
Schroedinger has another idea.