“Ladies and gentlemen,” said the host of the Back Alley Club, “Miss Sasha La Purr!”
The cats clapped their paws; the dogs howled; and the birds whistled while the host left the stage. A spotlight appeared at stage left. A leg with white fur and long-heeled shoes peeked out from the exit/entrance. The crowd hollered louder. Miss La Purr, a white cat with some black stripes along the face, slowly entered the stage. She walked slowly to the microphone letting each new howl and whistle wash over her. She gripped the microphone. Finally, the crowd faded into silence. She nodded softly to the band of mice. The saxophone player began with a soft, slow tune. Soon the others joined in creating a playfully romantic song.
“You think I’m cute. But, honey, I’ve got claws and teeth to boot.
Don’t be fooled when I’m on the prowl…boys.
A sway of my hips, and a bat of my eyes,
my attacks are neigh when the moon is high.
Perfume in the air beckons you to come near. Ruby red lips that hold your gaze.
You’ll never see it coming when I’m on the prowl.
Your soul I’ll steal with a ‘purr’ and a “hmm.’
A tail around your throat, and a gentle squeeze.
When I’m on the prowl, I always win.
Slashes and yowls are fine for some, but
there are other ways to skin a cat.”
The audience whistled as Miss La Purr slinked off the stage; she winked at a patron sitting by himself.
Joe Rover 