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Sylvester's tail swished back and forth as he bought his face closer to the mouse hole. He reached out his paw and crept it inside the hole to see if he could catch that bird.
Jerry, Nibbles, and Tweety saw the white paw reaching inside and they backed further into the wall. Jerry looked around for something to swat Sylvester's paw away. Nibbles took the paw in the small hands and bit it. Hard.
The pain travelened from the paw, to the arm, to Sylvester's brain in one quick second. "YOW!" he screeched as he flew up in the air and looked at his hand. Hanging from his finger was Nibbles. He bought the dangling mouse closer to his face and gave him a malicious smile.
Nibbles opened his mouth and slipped off of Sylvester's finger and landed onto the floor. He slid onto the floor and ran for the mouse hole.
Sylvester smacked his paw on the ground to catch Nibbles. With one more swipe, Nibbles was smashed on the ground. "A-ha!" Sylvester triumphantly yelled as he looked at the little helpless mouse.
From the mouse hole, Jerry and Tweetyb watched. Jerry ran to the back of his room and plucked out a needle from a needle cushion. Tweety jumped out of the way as Jerry charged at Sylvester. The needle sunk into Sylvester's rear.
"YOW!" Sylvester screeched as he leaped into the air. Jerry grabbed Nibbles hand and the two of them ran into the mouse hole.
"Oi," Sylvester said as he put a hand on his head.
Tweety popped out his head from the mouse hole and looked at Sylvester. "How am I going to get away from the bad ol' puddy tat?"
The door suddenly opened as a blue tabby walked inside the room. He stopped in his tracks as he looked at Sylvester. He suddenly walked over to him and crossed his arms on his chest indicating what in the world was this black and white cat doing in his house.
"This is your hosue?" Sylvester asked as he pointed to the carpted. The cat nodded his head. "Gee I'm sorry pal," he apologized, "but this canary that I was chasin' flew inside your house and I've been trying to catch it."
The cat carefully listened to him. He put his paws in the air indicating that it was okay for Sylvester to stay in the house as long as he caught his meal.
"Thatnks pal," Sylvester said as he shook the cat's paw. "Sorry uh, what's your name?"
The cat took off the collar that was tied around its neck and gave it to Sylvester. Sylvester took the collar in his paw and looked at the name. It said 'Tom Cat.'
"Hey Tom, I'm Sylvester," Sylvester introduced himself as he shook his paws with Tom some more.
From the mouse hole, Jerry put his hands on his cheeks as a sign of worry. He could deal with one cat but dealing with two cats was going to be reall difficult. He could not call Spike for help. Spike was a British bulldog that had always helped Jerry when he was in a perdicament with Tom. However, Spike and his owner had moved to a different town and a new neighbor had moved in. Taking Spike's place was a cat. Great.
"Oh boy," Tweety suddenly said, "this is going to be really difficult."
"Hey," Sylvester suddenly whispered at Tom, "how 'bout helping an old pal catch that annoying bird. Whadya say?"
Tom smiled. He pointed to himself, then at Sylvester, and then at himself again. Indicating I will help you if you help me.
"Sure I'll help you," Sylvester offered, "That way we can both be satisfied. Deal?" he reached out his paw and Tom took it and shook it. "And I have the perfect plan on how to catch those mice and that bird."
Tom leaned closed to Sylvester to hear his little scheme. A smile formed on his lips as Sylvester spilled his plan. This scheme wqas sure to work in his point of view. After Sylvester finished talking, Tom nodded at him.