A Quirky Joint Where Cats Shimmy

A bejeweled trumpet-playing cat? You are putting me on, right? Seriously, she’s in town Saturday. I have two tickets. If I could get a sitter, I might do that. “Sitters are easy, get one.” If you have not guessed, my friend has no children. It is a quirky joint, where cats shimmy down poles, wearing brief twinkly costumes, dancing outrageously, wiggling yellow neon glowing tail feathers, I laugh at the pranc-i-ness of their swishing tails. A white cat with pink and orange fur, wearing a silver tiara with elaborate rhinestones on them, comes out stage left. “It’s her!” someone shouts. We all watch, waiting. She pulls a bejeweled box out stage right, and begins to play. A bejeweled trumpet-playing cat. Best day of my life, up ‘til now.