Because I started in young, I practically skipped my gay-cat apprenticeship.
I jerked the opposite door open, and the gay-cat and I went out.
A gay-cat is a newcomer on The Road who is man-grown, or, at least, youth-grown.
A gay-cat, who is an ignorant new-comer on the “Road,” might sit with such as he, but only long enough to learn better.
The gay-cat awoke, I made believe to awake; and we sat up and stared at the shack and his lantern.
He may be the intermittent criminal, the gay-cat or the travelling religious crank, or the futile tract-distributer.
This gay-cat was well along in years—somewhere around forty-five, I should judge.
In the car I found a "gay-cat," who displayed unusual trepidation at my entrance.
A little later that night the gay-cat and I found ourselves at the well of a farmhouse.