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?