The thoughts of Sinclair Lewis’ black cat

Once upon a time, there was Sinclair Lewis. And he was single. And lived in New York. Or didn’t he? Don’t know any more. Anyway, wherever he was living, he went to many parties. At those parties Sinclair Lewis was very popular, for he always knew how to invent a new anecdote.

And ladies loved him very much; this is why he used to come back home very late from those parties. Sometimes he even came back home the next day. And when he was coming back home, he was founding his black tomcat waiting for him (for single writers often own a black cat).

And the tomcat was hungry. And Lewis used to give him some milk, and the tomcat was drinking it with a satisfied expression in his eyes. And then he was thinking that his master was very vicious. But Sinclair Lewis wasn’t very vicious.