A Verse in the Lonesome October: October 3rd

Summarizing each day of A Night in the Lonesome October, in verse!

A cat, a bat, and

faithful hound Snuff. Nothing much

else astir. Peaceful.

This is a riff on a passage from The Hand of Oberon. 

 "Good evening. Lord Corwin," said the lean, cadaverous figure who rested against a storage rack, smoking his pipe, grinning around it.
    "Good evening, Roger. How are things in the nether world?"
    "A rat, a bat, a spider. Nothing much else astir. Peaceful." 


It seems to want to be a haiku, but it doesn't quite get there. I've fixed that part.