Jiz's Stray Cat Strut
Even mad doctors sing in the shower, Cassian noted. But this was quite an odd song to sing in the shower…oh come on! You know it's funny!
Cassian stepped into Jizabel's bedroom, hoping he was ready to go join his father for breakfast that morning.
The bed was empty, but the doctor was nowhere to be seen. Cassian turned to the bathroom door and raised his fist to knock.
"Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence."
Cassian stopped his fist and listened.
"Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent."
What?
"I'm flat broke, but I don't care. I strut right by with my tail in the air."
Cassian laughed silently.
"Stray cat strut, I'm a free cat. A feline Casanova! Hey man, that's where it's at!"
Cassian tried to calm down, but his laughter just intensified.
"Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man…get my dinner from a garbage can."
Cassian leaned against the door, snickering.
"I don't bother chasing mice around."
Sure you don't, Doctor.
"I slink down the alley looking for a fight. Howlin' to the moon on a hot summer night!"
Oh really? Cassian clutched his stomach and tried to breathe.
"Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry, 'wild stray cat you're a real gone guy.'"
The door opened. "Where is he?" Alexis demanded. Cassian, still laughing, pointed at the door and pressed his ear to the door again. Curious, Alexis did the same. His mouth dropped.
"I wish I could be as carefree and wild, but I got cat class and I got cat style…"
Alexis snickered.
"I don't bother chasing mice around."
"My word," Alexis laughed. "This is entertaining."
"Isn't it?" Cassian agreed.
"I slink down the alley looking for a fight. Howlin' to the moon on a hot summer night!"
The shower stopped and they could hear Jizabel's nice tenor carry over better.
"Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry, 'wild stray cat you're a real gone guy.' I wish I could be as carefree and wild, but I got cat class and I got cat style…WHOA!!"
Alexis and Cassian laughed loudly. The door opened and Jizabel stared at them, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Father, Cassian, what are you doing here?"
"So, having fun with the lady cats, Jizabel?" Alexis asked.
"I always thought you were a male soprano. Darn, I lost my bet with Owl," Cassian joked. "Well, no one won. He thought you were alto."
Jizabel glared at them. "Get out. I'll be at breakfast momentarily."
"Jizabel, we're all men here—"
"That's not the point, Father. Get out."
"Fine," Alexis said. "Cassian we ought to let the theatre district know about this."
"That we should."
The door closed behind them and Jizabel growled. "I really need to be careful about where I sing now…"