"duck season wabbit season": "video: Rabbit Fire Looney Toons 1951"

"Rabbit Fire": "a 1951 Looney Tunes cartoon starring Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, and Elmer Fudd."

"cartoon": "a type of visual art that is typically drawn, frequently animated, in an unrealistic or semi-realistic style."

"Cartoon Network": "an American cable television channel owned by Warner Bros. Discovery." "Cartoon Network primarily targets children aged 6 to 12, while its early morning block Cartoonito is aimed at preschool-aged children, and evening block Adult Swim targets older teenagers and young adults aged 18 to 34."

"crowdsource": "obtain (information or input into a particular task or project) by enlisting the services of a large number of people, either paid or unpaid, typically via the internet."

"hypocrisy": "the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one's own behavior does not conform"

Perhaps I do not understand cartoons. What I understood of "Rabbit Fire" I found funny, but it was very violent, with people shooting at each other. At least, I think they were people, though Husband has not mentioned beast tribes that look like rabbits or, I gather, ducks. I assume it was not a duck beastman we ate for dinner in Tulsa.

Husband had told me to not tell the children at the library too much about violence. Yet the cartoon was violent, and I think meant to be funny using violence. Cartoon Network came up while googling cartoons; it shows cartoons, and wikipedia says it is meant for children. So is cartoon violence different from other violence, and therefore more acceptable for children?

Last night was violence without cartoons. It was my shift at The Pit. Husband was looking at Arkansas on his laptop, trying to figure out where to go for his bauxite. Perhaps it is our bauxite, but I do not have a use of my own for aluminum.

Mitch was not at The Pit last night. He still offers to take my hat and coat, but without him to do that I did not think to remove them. So my ears and tail were not showing when two strangers came in.

They were not dressed like Wyatt customers. Their clothes reminded me of people in Paulie's Pub. They came to the bar and ordered beer, but did not seem very interested in it when it came, nor the pool tables, nor darts. They mostly seemed interested in women. They watched the two women who were with the men at the pool tables, then turned to look at the one woman by herself at the bar.

They smiled as they approached me. The smiles did not seem warm and welcoming. Their eyes made me think of Husband looking at bicycles in Wal-Mart.

One of them tried to be friendly. "Hey there, little lady. You're looking lonely tonight."

I tried to be polite with a smile of my own. "I am working."

"Really? You don't look too busy. Not a lot of customers here for you?"

I looked over at the pool tables. Both had people playing, and there was also a man throwing darts. "They are well-behaved tonight."

"Well, that can't be any fun. Wanna have some fun with us tonight?"

"What kind of fun?" I did not think they meant hunting gators.

"There's a party tonight at our friend's house. It could be a good one if a fine lady like yourself came along."

"This is nearby? Do I know these people?"

"Tulsa 'burbs. You can come along, make some new friends, have some drinks..." He brought a roll of money from a pocket. "Five hundred if you make people happy. More fun than hanging out here, right?"

I thought about the offer. I thought I knew what they were asking for, but I felt I should confirm, in case this was an Earth thing I did not understand. "Husband?"

He looked up from his laptop. "Yes, my love?"

"These men wish to pay me to go to a party with them to help entertain. What does that mean?"

He blinked at me, then turned to consider the men. "Well, I suppose I could be wrong...but it sounds to me like they want you to be a sex worker."

"Like the women in Ala Ghiri?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

The strangers looked confused and perhaps nervous. "Uh...you said you...work here?"

"I work here, yes. I am a bouncer." Should I have been flattered that they wanted me for sex? I did not feel flattered that they thought I would do it for money. But Husband has shown in the past that he is willing and eager to step in on my behalf, so I decided to be kind and let him. "Do you wish to defend my honor, Husband?"

"I would love to defend your honor. But how about we crowdsource it this time?"

"Crowdsource?"

Husband looked to the people at the pool tables and raised his voice. "Hey guys? These two clowns want to hire Miz Tsu'na as a party girl. Whaddaya think we should do?"

Everyone turned to look at the two clowns. The men started moving forward, some still holding pool cues, until one of the women said, "Can we watch her beat 'em up?"

The men seemed interested in that idea. Husband turned back to me with a smile. "I believe we have a crowdsourced solution!"

The clown with the money started to say, "Hey, look, nobody's..." before I grabbed his shirt and lifted him off the floor. His friend said, "Hey, get your hands off..." before I grabbed and lifted him as well. The two of them weighed less than Sam's truck, but I still needed to bend my knees a bit for balance.

Husband leaned in. "Now, you guys offered...How much did they offer you, my love?"

"Five hundred dollars."

"That's all? Jeez. Okay, so you guys offered five hundred for my wife to party with you. Here's our counteroffer: you give us that five hundred, and she lets you walk out of here. Without limping."

The clown with the money thrust it at Husband, who snatched it out of his hand and turned to Sam. "Round for the house on me." There were murmurs of approval from my fans and they approached the bar.

I let the clowns down onto their feet. Husband lowered his voice. "Now, I'd let you stay for a refill, but the guys didn't get the show they were hoping for. You two might want to be gone before they remember that."

They stared at us. The clown without money asked, "Who the hell are you people?"

I smiled. "We are Hyurcat. Do not fuck with us."

Husband added, "And don't believe everything you see in porn. There's places it can get you killed."

"Hey, we just wanted..."

"You just wanted a cheap whore for your bros, and you thought you'd find one out in the sticks where no one cares. Guess what. We care. Leave. Now. This is a limited time offer."

I noticed some of my fans starting to pay attention to the clowns. The clowns noticed it too. They did not run, but they did leave quickly.

I looked up a word on my phone as Sam came over to talk to us. "Thought y'all weren't tryin' to show how strong you were."

Husband smiled. "Yeah, but that was just too much fun. Wasn't it fun, my love?"

I found the word I was looking for. "It was fun, yes. But was it hypocrisy?"

"Hypocrisy?"

"Were the people at Murray's not trying to do to us what we just did to the two clowns?"

"They were, yes. They were defending their territory from encroachment by people with illegitimate intent. They just didn't do it very well, and they shouldn't have done it to us. I don't think I ever said they were wrong."

"You hurt them."

"I went back and healed them."

"And now they worship you."

"Hey, if those two clowns decide to worship you, I'll completely understand."

I am not certain, but I do not think I want both worshipers and fans.