While the city slept and the good citizens of Metropolis City dreamt of a brighter tomorrow, evil lurked just beneath the surface. Petty thugs terrorized the meek as criminal kingpins kept their grubby boots on the throats of honest businessmen. Fortunately Metropolis City had a secret avenger to go where the police couldn’t go: Captain Cat!

During the day mild-mannered veterinarian Dr. Harry Katz toiled tirelessly at the Cat’s Pajamas Cat Rescue. The scion of a wealthy pet food dynasty Katz was known as a milquetoast wallflower among his high society brethren. Yet when the sun surrendered to the stars The Cat prowled.

Meanwhile…

“Jimmy hold that torch straight I almost got this baby cracked.”

Wet Willie licked his fingertips and returned to finessing the jewelry shop’s safe. Shaking Jamie Jimmy Legs Pullman lifted the flashlight.

“It’s taking too long Wet. We got plenty from the display cases. Let’s blow this popsicle stand before something goes wrong. I got a bad feeling here. “

Tick, tick. The safecracker turned his perpetually damp fingers clockwise on the old fashioned dial. The light bounced in his eyes. Wet Willie cursed.

“It’s just that a couple of the guys were talking see. Remember that Rodeo Clown heist that went sideways. And no one has even seen Louie Fridge and Icemaker Gang. The guys are saying something is out there, Wet. Something hunts in the night.”

“You’re gonna be hunting for your teeth if you don’t hold that light still. There are uncut rocks in this baby and you are not going to screw this up.”

Thump, thump. From a dark corner in the back room a big ball of pink yarn rolled into the light. Jimmy Legs twirled. In a furry ginger striped cat suit Captain Cat was perched on atop a file cabinet. Jimmy Legs yelped.

“I was truly lost after my home was destroyed by my family’s business rivals. Then when my parents were killed in that alley by a masked mugger before my eyes I wandered aimlessly. And when my Uncle Felix was shot by that thief I’d let go I just—“

“Oh for chrissakes,” Wet Willie said and fired at the hero. “Origin stories, I hate origin stories.”

Skippety pat! In a blur of orange fur our hero sailed across the room in a single bound. Captain Cat pounded Wet Willie’s head against the metal door. With a bloodcurdling yowl, he landed on all fours. Jimmy Legs fainted. Captain Cat poked Jimmy before becoming bored.

In the twitch of a cat’s tail the criminals were trussed up and dangling from a signpost in front of the jewelry shop. Captain Cat gave the pair a playful bat. After a stretch and a mighty yawn, our hero strolled away into the morning fog on little cat feet.