Blue Cat Blues

Poor Tom.

In a few minutes, it'll all be over.

And for the first time since he met her...

he'll be happy-

Poor, miserable, love-sick creature.

I suppose people will say I should've helped him.

I know.

But it's better this way.

I'll never forget that first morning when it all started.

If ever there were two true friends,

that was us.

And then she walked by.

When Tom first saw her, I thought he'd flip his lid.

And he did.

From the very beginning,

there was a strong, magnetic attraction between them.

I tried to stop him, but it was no use.

Poor, simple Tom, he was putty in her hands.

I'd never seen him so happy.

He was so much in love.

But Tom had a rival.

Mr. Butch.

Yes, Tom had a rival.

But this made him more determined than ever.

I appealed to him, as a friend, to give her up,

but he ignored me.

Tom was desperate.

He squandered all his savings on jewelry.

When the jewelry failed to impress her, he signed away his life to buy a car.

Three hundred and twelve monthly payments at 112% interest.

Cost him an arm and a leg.

But he willingly sold himself into slavery...

for love.