Memories of the Old South

You and Pitti-Sing walk off into the sunset together, arm in arm. "I once knew of a cat named Pitty-Sing," you remark, attempting to make light conversation.

"Oh, really?" asks Pitti-Sing. She smiles, and you feel certain that her large green eyes are not entirely human. She clearly admires you, though, and the feeling is mutual.

Written by Joey Liverwurst (edited by phaedrus)

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