Salami Whiskers

A cat with longer whiskers extending beyond her left brow is known in circles as a Salami Whiskers. Legend from the old country has it that the magical effect of gorging on this prized fowl sausage fixed gives strength in three facets. Violent weaponplay, stinged cursing, loud farts and strong alcohol.

She gladly took her namesake as she sat picking her teeth with her claws, drinking strong Scotch laced with the shells of Fabergé eggs, and smoking Pikeur branded cigars. Her latest gain was so that she would queue and let those lazyseated take her place in line for the bathroom. She would guard with a mean snarl while her gifters sang and crapped in peace. It was a symbiosis to serve oil, earth and salt reserves.

The day was as bright as it was long, and sulking horses drank average water from an average trough on an averagely unusually hot day. This was typical for late August in these parts. Bollocking rain clouds threatened their darkest and glowered menacingly towards the town. The horses, delighted, would boo and taunt in the hopes that the rain would shut itself on the dwellings surging within, and provide these beasts with some respite.

Salami whiskers sheathed her toilet queue guard, packed her pocket kitty pistol in her tail, donned her mouses hat and stepped outside. She would need to top up her umbrella with spider web before she ventured out. Cursing the horses for goading the rain, she took a quick marksquirt in the horses trough before setting off with a grin.