Pussy cat, pussy cat

Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?

I've been to London to look at the Queen.

Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you do there?

I frightened a little mouse, under the chair. 

Then it came back and lived near the Complete and Total Loser, who trapped it in his quest to catch and release the raccoons infesting his house. It snarled and hissed. The Loser let it go and it ran into the night.

Of the three raccoons and two skunks the Loser has caught, this cat was the most vicious.

Skunked

The Complete and Total Loser caught a skunk last night. He was trying for a third raccoon, having caught two that lived in his attic over the past ten days. (Perhaps, he thinks, the two were the only ones there. Raccoons give birth in the spring and are grown and fending for themselves by fall.)
The Loser likes skunks but feared that when letting it go it would spray him. The Loser is many bad things, but foul-smelling is not one of them. Fortunately, the skunk was grateful to be released and did not spray.

An aside. The Loser has always thought of Pepe le Pew as the perfect metaphor for men, women, and their gender battles stemming from the general repulsiveness of men and poor communication between the sexes.