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.