Catnip McClaw, of the clan McClaw, guarded his identity with pride. Although he had been raised on a farm in the highlands of Transkei, the runt of the litter and a true Black Cat (crunchy, not smooth!!) he was always frowned upon. Underdog of the family, Catnip always knew where he stood - and that was stone cold last, bottom of the barrel, tealeaves at the bottom, back of the class - last. So when the chance arose for him to earn his stripes he jumped at it, claws flexed, guns blazing.

Got this lovely little graphic ages ago via email so I wrote a little story about it...which I just re-found. Made me smile :D