Have you read Parts I
and II? Go back to yesterday, and the
day before that. Go on! We’ll wait…
I arrive at Psycho Suzi’s less than an hour later.
By that time, the cats are just plain drunk.
The waitresses, of course, are ecstatic. While a bar full of cats is hard work – their
habit of smashing glasses following a toast, for example, requires more
sweeping than is normally necessary in an evening – their habit of over-tipping
makes up for it. Tattooed,
fishstocking-ed Betty Paige lookalikes run between the outdoor deck and the
bar, visions of bulging apron pockets at the end of the night swirling between
their ears.
“Where’s Dolly?”
Liza Bean Bitey, of the Minneapolis Biteys, a small,
symmetrically striped cat with a taste for the good life, beams up at me. “Pearl!”
“Where’s Dolly?” I repeat.
Liza Bean grins the grin of the pleasantly inebriated. “Dolly?
Hmm. I –“
“You haven’t heard from her?”
Liza Bean reaches under her collar – a pink camouflage bit
of silliness ringed with pink zircon – and pulls out a cell phone.
“Nope,” she says, inspecting the screen. “No – hic! – messages.”
I am about to give Liza the sharp edge of my tongue when
Pupples McBean sidles up to her.
“You ready to go?”
I look from him to her and back again. “Ready to go?”
He nods frantically.
Pupples is a small, nervous cat with a habit of running a claw under his
collar, jutting his jaw out and shaking his head from side to side. I am momentarily distracted by the thought
that he probably grew up watching a lot of Art Carney.
“Spoken word,” he jabbers,the claw under his collar working from one edge of his jaw to another.
“Spoken word up at The Nip and The Saucer. D. Gee Squeaking is performing! Are you coming? You should come! Gotta go!
The taxis are here! Gotta go!”
I look at Liza Bean.
“D. Gee Squeaking?”
She grins.
Looks like I’m sharing a taxi with a bunch of cats.
24 comments:
A cats grin is an unsettling thing. Makes you think they know something you don't. A nervous cat.....well that's simply unhinging.
I like Dolly's stage name. Her lisp should prove endearing when she sings (or strips)!!
I want whatever you are having!
Please stay sober; we want to hear the end.
Fishducky - hahaha!
Pearl, I hope you brought your lint roller. You'll need it after that taxi ride :)
Tell me you didn't pay for the taxi, Pearl.....
Hari OM
Dolly's going to be squeaking? Gee. To think I was nearly ready to put up the ransom money. Silly YAM-aunty.
And I'd never trust a cat called pup...(ples, notwithstanding).
#-}
Wow,A treasures trove of catnames here to select from, were one in need. Indeed, only 1 do I have -- misnamed as "Zippy". (Needs to be "Drowsy".)
Is there a registry for changing kitty names? Yeah, where?
dang, girlie, but y'all are B.R.A.V.E. a WHOLE taxi full of cats???? and lit ones, too? xoxoxox
this series is brilliant! Can't wait to read what happens next!
I'll be rolling this one out on my Kindle...
Hugs,
J.
I'm trying to imagine if her cell phone has a cover, and if so, what it looks like...
I bet that's going to be one wild taxi ride!!
I'm surprised you aren't CATatonic right now....
Oh Dolly! What have you gotten yourself into?
Oh Dolly! What have you gotten yourself into?
Oho - coincidence? I think NOT! The game is apaw!
The mere mention of Art Carney earned you my instant respect. And hey, next time you're out with the cats give me a shout. Would gladly serve as the designated driver, especially on spoken word night! Heh...
When a cat grins at you, you know to be on your gaurd.......
I'm suddenly seeing Dolly Gee in a whole new light.
I am very suspicious. And do hope that Dolly G at least gets cigarette money from her gig. And where is your car Pearl? Hmm?
Dolly has a gig? How exciting! Pearl not going to be able to keep up with those Cats.
I knew they were into fishnets. Just knew it.
To quote Freud, "Time spent with cats is never wasted". I'm adding my own addendum. "Even when the cats are."
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