They call me ...
LONGPAW ... *cues Charles Bronson playing a harmonica* My origin is a mystery, as is my past. But my future is clear. No hooman ankle is safe from my reach, no running feline immune from being tripped while in mid-flight from the litterbox ... or to the food bowl. Young or old, rich or poor, big or small, long-haired or short-haired: sooner or later, my paw will find you. And you will never, EVER be the same again. You can run, but you can't hide from ... LONGPAW! *whispers aside* Was that OK? Was I dramatic enough? Do you think Animal Planet will consider my proposal for a feline cop show based on this premise? Maybe if I include a video of me tripping Livia ... or Peppers ... PURRS! Selina (trying out her new nickname)