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    A Night Out
    A Night Out
    A Night Out
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    A Night Out

    By Edward Peple and Sheba Blake

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    Cat lovers will delight in this charming tale from Edward Peple. A Night Out follows the travails of Omar Ben Sufi, a dignified and gentlemanly feline whose lot in life has been harsh, but who faces adversity with aplomb. Will this furry fellow land on his feet?

    Edward Henry Peple (August 10, 1869 – July 28, 1924) was an American playwright known for his comedies and farces. He was perhaps best remembered for the plays The Prince Chap, The Littlest Rebel and A Pair of Sixes.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSheba Blake Publishing
    Release dateFeb 1, 2018
    ISBN9783963617980
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      A Night Out - Edward Peple

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      Omar Ben Sufi was a cat. This unadorned statement would have wounded Omar Ben to the marrow of his pride, for he chanced to be a splendid tiger-marked feline of purest Persian breed, with glorious yellow eyes and a Solomon-in-all-his-glory tail. His pedigree could be traced directly back to Padisha Zim Yuki Yowsi Zind--a dignity, in itself, sufficient to cause an aristocratic languor; but, to the layman, he was just a cat.

      He dwelt with an exclusive family of humans in a little eighty-thousand-dollar cottage on the outskirts of vulgarity--which is to say, the villa was situated near enough to town to admit of marketing, but far enough removed therefrom to escape the clatter of plebeian toil and the noxious contact with the unhealthy, unwealthy herd. Here the humans entertained selected friends who came at the ends of weeks to admire the splendor of Omar Ben's tail, to bow down to the humans' money, and to hate them fiercely because they had it.

      The master did not toil. He lived, for certain hours of the day, in Wall Street, where he sank his patrician fingers into the throats of lesser men, squeezed them dry, then washed his hands in

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