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.
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