Tiger Cat

A strange doctor weir. Good evening. Come in, won't you? Oh, boy, what's the matter? Surely you're not nervous. You are? And perhaps a story might have calm you. I think I know just the one.

It's about a cat. Among other things. The story is the tiger cat. My story, the tiger cat, begins in a little homemade laboratory In a great gloomy old house in the suburbs, young Professor Carl Emery is bending over a cage, containing a huge rabbit when the laboratory door opens.

Ronald, Madam Elton's cat. She's disappeared and Madam Elton's worried. Oh, well, oh, it's you, Laura. No, I haven't seen, Rana. Carl, how are your experiments coming? I got so little chance to see you to ask you about that.

I'm getting close, Laura. Look in this cage. That's a rabbit. Why aren't this big as a dome? Ways 40 pounds and it's still growing. My vitamin injections have done that. Then your growth serums are success.

No, not quite. But I will succeed yet. If I can keep my experiments a secret from Mademelso. She knew what I was doing. She'd throw me out of the house. Oh, that crazy idea of hers.

But when people die, there's souls going to animals. It's insane. It's the old age-old theory of reincarnation, but she believes it, absolutely. And she mustn't find out, that's all. Because once your growth serum is perfected...

It'll revolutionize farming. Rabbits as big as horses, chickens as big as off-fishes. Why, think how the world's food supply will be increased. And I'll be famous, rich. Then we can admit remarried. Oh, Carl, it's so hard pretending to mad a melted that I'm just a maid.