Ballad for a Sleepy Sunday

This won't make much sense without having read Part 1. Actually it probably won't make much sense anyway. Basically, Miss Marple has discovered that The Joker is in fact a cat in disguise, a realisation which lead to his arrest.

Part II: In which the felines take their dreadful revenge

The world was so glad the detective
Had captured the villain deranged
To broadcast the lady’s perspective
Was a press conference swiftly arranged

One asked, “In the great press corps sewer
I never saw magic like that
How is it a master wrongdoer
Can actually be a small cat?”

She said, “My job’s catching the killer
I did that eight blog posts ago
My genre’s not magical thriller
I’m not Harry Potter, you know”

Just then they were all interrupted
By felines with claws out in threat
While all was completely disrupted
They kidnapped our star from the set

When litters of cats so malignant
Had snatched her from under their nose
The public grew highly indignant
At the cunning revenge of their foes

The Joker’s release was demanded-
A ransom that couldn’t be paid
The FBI chief then commanded
Their best man should go to her aid

Thus just as Miss Marple, so nervous,
Quite thought that she’d seen her last hour
A shot rang out loud, and with purpose
There stormed in her saviour, Jack Bauer

And while she sat tied-up and useless
The agent got on with the fight
With trademark revenge truly ruthless
He shot every kitty in sight

Coming soon- Part III: In which Jack Bauer is cruelly persecuted by the RSPCA