A dozen or so Catters are harmonizing at the bar when a howl arises from the direction of the little room with the silhouette of a bull over the door:

EEEEEEEIIIYYYYYAAAAAAHHHOOOOOOOOOWWWWIIIIIIEEEE!!!!

As the walls stop vibrating from the yell, Catspaw walks out and looks at the bunch at the bar, staring at him, their jaws dropped to their knees: He grins sheepishly, "Sorry, folks," he says. "That Irish Cajun Tex-Mex stuff is even fiercer comin' out than goin' in. And Bartender, Ma'am, ya'd better pull the curtain across that picture of me. Karen is dropping by tonight, and I don't think she'd be amused."

--seed