Cat In An Aqua Storm

Once Yvette is safe in the silicone bosom of her family, I see no point in sticking around like a used Band-Aid. No one will listen to me even if I should deign to offer my eyewitness testimony. I will be taken no more seriously than Miss Savannah Ashleigh, which is a dreadful state of affairs.

I retreat like the shadow I so much resemble and repair to the Circle Ritz to think things over. One thing needs no thinking: the Divine Yvette is still too close for comfort to the murder scene, and likely, to the murderer, as yet unknown.

This is why a day later I find myself in another dressing room occupied by little dolls in the business of dressing down. I have long made a habit of visiting the chorus girls’ backstage digs to pick up a nugget of good gossip (much tastier and more nourishing than this Free-to-Be-Feline stuff, believe me), get some strokes and lots of female admiration with no strings attached.

My favorite hangout is the Crystal Phoenix, but I have graced similar scenes in such establishments as Bally’s, the Flamingo, the Sands, Dunes, et cetera. I avoid the Mirage on principle, despite its many piscatorial attractions, including a shark tank. Some heavy muscle of the feline variety prowls that turf. These individuals wear black and white prison-striped suits, which is appropriate: their kind has often been kept behind bars, for good reason. They all answer to the name of "Tiger,” being associates of Siegfried and Roy, the magicians, and outweigh me by several hundred pounds.

I may be feisty, but I am not witless.

However, in all my rambles, which include the Lust ’n’ Lace downtown, I have never touched pad to the dressing room of Kitty City, for reasons other than the odiously inaccurate name of said establishment. Besides not having a single specimen of the advertised sort inside, Kitty City's little stripper dolls are always rushing from one club to another and have little time for exchanging pleasantries with a dude of my sort. Plus they live on Mars bars and diet soda, a regimen only slightly less appealing than Free-to-Be-Foolish.