7 June 2012
McKitty rubbed his paws together with a greedy little sigh,
He ruled this neighbourhood, the go-to top-cat guy.
Been in kitty-coop-up jail at least thirteen rounds,
And then transferred to the bigger chains such as the bad compounds.
The point was that he's badass and the kind of cat to watch,
Notorious trickster, double-crosser, taking 'bad' to another notch.
His fur was matted and oily from his million cigarettes,
And of course he held all lice and ticks from avoiding any vets.
Back on the street from his last job and running from the cops,
He'd taken to becoming 'The Guy' to see for what wasn't in the shops...
That's right, he was a loiterer and sold what's in demand,
His wares sold so quickly it seemed to run out as fast as sand.
He'd sidle up to passing cats and into his pockets he'd slip-
A casual paw and glancing round, would say: 'wanna buy some Cat Nip'?
Wanna Buy Some Cat Nip? • Opuss № I