Discuss the fight of montmorency with the cat called tom.
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One day the narrator and his dog, Montmorency were returning from a dip, and half-way up the High Street a cat darted out from one of the houses in front of them, and began to trot across the road. Montmorency gave a cry of joythe cry of a stern warrior and flew after his prey.His victim was a large black Tom. It was saw a larger and disreputable-looking cat. It hadlost half its tail, one of its ears, and a fairly appreciable proportion of its nose. It was a long, sinewy-looking animal. It had a calm, contented air about it.Montmorency went for that poor cat at the rate of twenty miles an hour; but the cat did not hurry and did not seem to have grasped the idea that its life was in danger. It trotted quietly on until its would-be assassin was within a yard of it, and then it turned round and sat down in the middle of the road, and looked at Montmorency with a gentle, inquiring, and defiant expression. The angry expression in the cat’s eye scared Montmorency. He stopped abruptly, and looked back at Tom. Then the cat rose, and continued his trot; and Montmorency, fitting what he calls his tail carefully into its groove, came back to us, and took up an unimportant position in the rear.
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One day the narrator and his dog, Montmorency were returning from a dip, and half-way up the High Street a cat darted out from one of the houses in front of them, and began to trot across the road. Montmorency gave a cry of joythe cry of a stern warrior and flew after his prey.His victim was a large black Tom. It was saw a larger and disreputable-looking cat. It hadlost half its tail, one of its ears, and a fairly appreciable proportion of its nose. It was a long, sinewy-looking animal. It had a calm, contented air about it.Montmorency went for that poor cat at the rate of twenty miles an hour; but the cat did not hurry and did not seem to have grasped the idea that its life was in danger. It trotted quietly on until its would-be assassin was within a yard of it, and then it turned round and sat down in the middle of the road, and looked at Montmorency with a gentle, inquiring, and defiant expression. The angry expression in the cat’s eye scared Montmorency. He stopped abruptly, and looked back at Tom. Then the cat rose, and continued his trot; and Montmorency, fitting what he calls his tail carefully into its groove, came back to us, and took up an unimportant position in the rear.
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