She’s made the leap from Guest to Member, and herewith a welcome:
Hello to our new member, Cattitude
I like what I’ve seen of your attitude
Well-spoken, polite
Knows the wrong from the right
Not the least bit enamored of platitude.
Who else is newly hatched among our flock? Who else needs a welcoming limerick? Don’t be shy, I love doing this. 
Anybody else want to play? Limerick, haiku, sonnet, quatrain? An epic to cast the Iliad into the shade?
[sniffs] I never got a limerick…[/sniffs]
Welcome Cattitude! I’m new too.
I’ll take a haiku please.
Oh! IvoryTowerDenizen
How sad you’re an overlooked citizen
Of the rollicking Dope.
But wait – there’s still hope;
If I just can come up with something that rhymes cleverly with the first two lines and fits in with the metric scheme and isn’t something as obvious as “Pitizen”.
**WriterChick** appears
Clothed in snowy raiment of
Newness. *splash* Sorry!Hope you didn’t blow a gasket!
Hmmm… citizen, rhymed with denizen…
how about: menacin’ 
(I’m supposed to be writing a lecture on sphingolipids. gadzooks I’m easily distracted tonight…)
Welcome to the Dope.
It is candy coated crack.
Inhale: now you’re fucked.
word
Welcome to the Dope, Cattitude! I love your username! I have a lot of that around here…
I didn’t get a limerick, either.
SnakesCatLady – here’s one for you
And I hope that you haven’t been blue
At your former neglect.
Am I right to suspect
That your home is a veritable zoo?
Aww I want one too!
There once was a proud Cat Lady
Who was attached to Snake, her baby
she shouted with pride
and a grin so wide
Unless her name I have misunderstady.
(damn, I gotta get back to work…)
There once was a Doper, quite new
Whose limericks stopped at line two.
Welcome, Cattitude! We have a welcoming banquet laid on in Room Four. Please ignore the sounds from Room Three. We’re …stress-testing the PA system. Yeah. That’s it.
Sphingolipids: Wee :dubious:
Protectors of cell surface
Disorder: Gaucher’s. 
Dear Tess, your heart is so true
Sent off her suitors, so blue
She told them, don’t mope
For I’ll see you on the Dope
And there, I’ll only have eyes for you.
OK- well that’s done! Thanks!
Tess Trueheart – Dick Tracy’s main squeeze
Lost her pop to the mob! Tell us, please,
Is a camera your passion
Or some other fashion
Of comically shooting the breeze?
Oh, well, no need to get bogged down in minutiae, eh? 
So, can I feign newness and get a heroic poem dedicated to my sweetness or do I have to sulk?
Do I have to do that thing with the goat, the squid, and the midget dressed in a bikini again?
man, I never got a limerick either
The midget filed a union grievance after the raspberry syrup incident and PETA has been making dark insinuations about our use of the goat, so I’m not sure where the standard initiation rites stand, legally, at the moment…