the book of kat

which is more or less the scripture of the kat
part XX
now came to pass the days when there was a great wake throughout the city - from the elite hills of primrose all the way to down an' out alley, back to skid row and all the hidden albion glades inbetween. the doll had been up all hours, looking about thirty shades of mess; walking into streetsign posts and that - she was beat. she was hanging around a lot of bad types, see. a lot of mean people, a lot of nutters. to wit, the skies cast a terrible storm, one of which having sent forth all the little cruel-tongued crabs and ill-willed snakes of which the doll, being a bird of the day, did not appreciate. sugarcakes did not deserve to be beguiled as such and commanded the up aboves to look after her and remove her from the ground thus, as she would surely be ripped wing from wing. she asked, begged and pleaded to be put back in the sky where she belonged and therefore withdrawn from those who had said, thought and acted out against her. 'now i bid you all,' she was above them now, 'lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will i return to you.'