No, I am not a cat; I am a uni-kitty and this is my appropriate hat.

No, I am not charcoal; I am snowy and my roomie is a fumacious vole.

No, I am not content; I am outrageously irritated precisely fifty-one percent.

No, I am not a witch’s pet; I am a sorceress supreme who flies by private jet.

No, I am not bad luck; I spread feline fortune to every allergic schmuck.

No, I am not a mouser; I—see above—advocate passionately as the district’s most highly-regarded rodent houser.

No, I am not a fan of ‘the nip’; I prefer to roll around in tepid Cool Whip.

No, I did not give you a slow blink; I am, though, quickly becoming aware that, curiously, ‘catching on’ may not be your forte, pink. ; )