Cat the Bounty Hunter

(This is a fictional poem) I'm a bounty hunter and my name is Cat. But people don't give a man respect with a name like that. I called myself Dog at first but I didn't realize that name was stolen. The real Dog beat me senseless and my face is still swollen. Bailjumpers always kick my butt when I try to bring them in. I made a pass at Dog's wife and he beat the hell out of me again. When I tried to bring a man in yesterday, he hit me in the balls with a bat. He hit them so hard that he mashed them flat. They look like two tiny pancakes and they're bruised. Being a bounty hunter wasn't a good career for me to choose.