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Sir Doge walked slowly through the swinging doors of The Cataract. He knew he had to be careful when entering the infamous cat saloon. He was nervous and his palms were sweaty. He reached the bar, grabbed a stool at the counter and began to pour himself a drink. Soda breath, hot air and the smell of cheap gin and whisky filled the already smoky air. He sipped his drink appreciatively and hoped the bartender wouldn’t notice....