A Sobering Moment

A most ordinary, a tad-bit hazy day, Fishing from the pier, a black cat came my way. A mere kitten she was, "was she wearing a hat?" a man's blue top hat? a black, blue-eyed girl cat? She sauntered on down and I could tell, this is odd. I called out, "Here, kitty!" as I reeled in my rod. I offered her a fish I was gonna throw back "I don't eat fish!" she scowled, giving my catch a whack. "Just, who you calling, Kitty?" she sneered in exhale, "Watch this!" she attacked me, put her hat on the rail. She took off in a huff, forgetting her prize trotting into the sand as I blinked my eyes. I went back to fishing but I watched that chapeau. It changed colors three times, taking on a red glow and floated on the ocean waves out of eye's reach as I heard my wife calling from down the beach. I gathered my gear, got up, somewhat less canned. My wife claimed the red hat as it reached the land jawing on about some ladies society, or was she yakking about sobriety?