the book of kat

which is more or less the scripture of the kat
part XI
now came the days when the doll did many substances and never did leave a single one out. she had many friends. she had all sorts of friends. crushed 'uns, powdery silky 'uns; but the ones she loved the most, were the ones she called 'illies,' and they made her act all sorts of funny. her eyes would become bigger than the moon and darker than the sky and she would grin from ear to ear, but not grin like she was happy - grin like she was plotting her out and had no thoughts of letting you in on it. with a flow so cold chicken soup wouldn't help. but no one, and dollface herself would even agree, or at least acknowledge that there was no one quite as cool, not cold mind you, as the one up on the edge of the primrose hill, cool breeze. he was the one you loved to hate. and so one day, upon taking the advice of her most wise and powerful lion, and with a hint or two from the shadows, she decided that the best way to rid herself of an enemy was to make him her friend. and you want to know the funny thing? he apologized. right to her face. right in front of the doll's batting lashes. this was something she did not expect. and so she took a breath and before the sugar could pour from her lips and onto the air, the wind picked up. and so she whispered, not drew honey, 'let me go. you know, i am a lady. and a lady always knows when to leave.' in case you were wondering, he was not done with the doll and there was not a damn thing she could do about it.