Ahhhh Shaaaaad ahhhp!

The only cat I will ever love is Sylvester Cat. And being a huge huge fan of wb cartoons from the 40s to the mid 60s ( Anyone up for a quote challange) cannot help but be endeared with statements like 'its as confusing as a mouse in a burlesque show' to ' why the copious flow of lacerous fluid ? ' and the countless classics 'ahh yoir muddah rides a vaccum cleaner' One of the most recently entertaining cartoons Ive seen is the classic 'the last hungry cat' all about how sylvester slips when making a grab for Tweety Bird in Granny's flat, and falls dazed to the floor as one of Tweety's feathers lands in his mouth. Tweety runs off. Sylvester comes to and finds the feather lodged between his lips. He thinks he has swallowed and killed Tweety and suffers terrible remorse.A Hitchcockian voice in the cartoon continually chides Sylvester for his evil act "sardines and milk were not good enough for you where they ? You had to go out and commit murder didnt you?" and warns how Sylvester's conscience will induce mental collapse. Sylvester experiences exactly this, retreating to a decrepit hideout like a common criminal, pacing the floor to the point that it crumbles under him, chain-smoking and coffee-drinking in fear of going to sleep, and developing a red-eyed case of severe insomnia. He finally "cracks" and runs into the streets, confessing his crime, thankfully to find that he had not eaten the canary. But he resumes the chase anyhow, because he cannot help but enact his instincts released from the immediate strain of guilt. Classic! Another reason I love him is the way he roars shut up, if I could deliver it like he I would never need to swear again..