The Scoop
My name is Cat Shat.
And how do you do?
I've resurfaced from the underground
in Steampunk top hat and coattails...
How very nice to meet you, here...
Is that a whiff of patchouli...?
or is it poor man's Catnip?
I'm sharpening my claws on this fine gall post
and I'm licking my palms, like one does
before the grease is laid on.
Like twisting the lid
of the cookie jar
back off.
Say, what can I do for you,
Tonight?
that's the question. Right?
You need... a light?
A hand? ...a short knife...
or plastic stretch elastic...
You need... Some venom...
slight douse of something to intoxicate your night,
Why, my, oh, my pocket watch says it's almost 00!!
So hurry.................... . . . . . . . . up a little
I turn tails rather quickly, it's a vulgar trick,
don't you know it,
if you can play, and pay, and not catch me
all out of breath
that morbid tax!
...the sudden death
Sleepy.... . . .
what's the matter?
Cat's got your pen?
What's that drop... small... 'n dark...
like a raisin...
I see you're up and running again... . .
Tickled? ahem. Pooh.
I'll have to try better then.