Miss Kat Tee

Why are you going to that nightclub again? I asked my neighbor Jim. I like the way they make their Mimosas, he told me, lying again. I decided to follow him, for I suspected it was something else entirely. A floor show started and cute cats came out to announce Miss Kit-Tee. Miss Kit-Tee I thought, rolling my eyes, at the silliness of her crazy name. But suddenly she appeared, and my life has never ever ever been the same. Sultry, sexy, seriously sensuous and suave, I was a goner in a minute. I knew if I was to have another day of life, this Goddess would be in it. The way she moved her paws, the swish of her kitten-bearing hips. I was so infatuated and in love, I forgot to drink or eat my chips. Every song she belted out, floated directly to my captured heart. I sent some roses and chocolates the next day, figuring it was a little start. She is really something! Isn’t she? Jim asked, coming to my table. “Who?” I asked, it was my sixth night here. I snuck out whenever I was able. “Come on,” he said. “You know I am talking about Miss Kit-Tee, she’s a kick! I pretended not to care at all, a devil tomcat’s frosty selfish trick. She ended up leaving with a Tomcat name of Biker Badly Bitten Billy Bob. Jim and I agreed it might be because we are both a bit of a Tomcat slob. But every night to this day, I dream of Miss Kit-Tee when I want to float away. My dream cat forever and always, even though it’s been fifty years today.