Nellie said we had to start out the day with lunch at the
Polo Club. I was a little embarrassed to
have to admit to Nellie that I did not have enough green papers to eat
there. Nellie just laughed and told me
to watch and learn. She went and sat in
front of the restaurant and let out a trilling meow. The next thing I know, we are having lunch
with two very nice older gentlemen kitties.
Nellie whispered to me that I should order the most expensive item on
the menu.
Next Nellie said we should go pick up Sparkle,
who lives nearby in a Castle and go to Grauman’s Chinese Theater. Nellie wanted to pick out a good spot for her
pawprints. Right as we were crossing the
street in front of Sparkle’s Castle, we were stopped by a police officer. He told us we could not cross the street in
the middle as that was jaywalking. As he
was speaking, Nellie all of sudden said, “No one tells the Queen were to
walk!” What happened next was all a
blur, but at the end there was a crying, hysterical policeman, a whirling cat
Ninja and Nellie, sitting by idling picking pieces of a police uniform from her
claws. Suddenly 10 policemen in full
riot gear arrived, one escorted me to the police car and the other nine, after
a hard fought battle, escorted Nellie to the car. We were booked into the local jail.
I was in a total panic, we were under arrest! The Spotted Airhair, otherwise known as
Callie, was too busy making goo-goo eyes at Kozmo to answer her phone. The poodle in the next cage told me if I
didn’t stop meowing, he was going to sic his homey dogs on me. I was terrified – what were we going to
do? Nellie yawned and told me to stop getting my
furs in a knot, she knew cats in high places.
Kitties, go to Spitty's blog tomorrow for the exciting
conclusion of Nellie’s and Sassy’s adventure where these questions will be
answered:
Does Sassy have to join a dog gang to avoid getting poodle
trimmed?
Will the policemen who arrested us get hazardous pay?
Can handsome King Spitty save the girls?