It was Friday the 13th, but Cuca decided to go out anyway.
He was headed for the Alley Cat Disco for a night of struttin’ his stuff.
I told him he should stay home, but would he listen? Not he. He had the pack of Black Cat cigarettes rolled up in his sleeve and a walletful of cash for drinks, and he was sporting his white spats. The cat’s meow, he.
He’d been there an hour (so he told me the next day) when in she walked: Kitty Puff, the girl of his dreams.
Cuca almost couldn’t believe it when Kitty sauntered up to him. “Buy a girl a drink?” she purred.
Now ordinarily, Cuca won’t even drink fermented milk. Adam’s Ale is his preferred beverage. But one look at those Max Catfor slickered lips, and Cuca lost his head.
Too bad, really. Somehow he found his way home at three in the morning, yowling “What’s New, Pussycat? Whoa-oh-oh!” at the top of his lungs. I let him in, whereupon he toppled onto the boot tray in a heap and snored until ten.
I say “Too bad,” because Cuca couldn’t remember a thing. He didn’t know if Kitty liked him, whether they’d talked, whether they’d danced. All he knew was he had an empty wallet and a head pounding from too many glasses of Gato Negro the night before. Cai and Fergus avoided him, for fear he’d reach for a hair of the dog.
“Never again,” he moaned. “Never again. Coffee, please. And an aspirin.”
Co-starring: Mourning Cloak Caterpillar