Bat Cat: Part the Third

Darkness, again. Stars whirl overhead. Night beckons. I slip into my furry cat suit and leap out the open window onto the front lawn, startling the bejezuz out of Old Man Sliver, who screams and falls off the stoop. Then I skitter off thru the neighbor's yards, down to the Avenue. Billy & Jack await in the shadows behind McGees, caterwauling hypnotic hymns to assorted garbage-can rats. We kick a bottle around till someone throws a shoe over the fence. Then we share a smoke under a gas lamp, and scatter. I scurry back home thru dancing headlight beams, Hiss at Old Man Sliver and climb up and thru my bedroom window, where I flop back into bed.