Frisky Fish Cafe

Frisky Fish Café, cat-owned, the yellow sign said. How could they be frisky? They are decidedly dead. I told my cousin Whisker Wipes to go on ahead. By the time I arrived his face was puffed stop sign red. There are apparently shellfish in their kitty bread. Instead of feasting, I drove him to the hospital instead. He spoke about the merits of the place from his hospital bed.