I picked up the Sultry Sparky Spitfire at her gracious home in the Great State of Maryland (hmmm, was it named after my Human, do you think?) We headed immediately for our Top-Secret Destination: Bo's House. Sparky really, really wanted an official portrait with that curly-furred woofie. Frankly, I can't imagine why!
We parked right next to a convenient hedge and plotted out our strategy. We knew this wasn't going to be easy.
After finalizing our plan, Sparky fought her way through the hedge (what? You thought *I* was going to do that for her? It is to laugh! If the LadyCat wants to visit another guy, she has to work for it!)
I followed her though the now-nicely-formed and roomy hedge tunnel. Because I am as a Shadow, it was my job to make my stealthy way to the Oval Office, where we figured the President would be hard at work on the Nation's Business; Sparky would be free to chase Bo down. But surprise! There he was, giving the President a nice break from his hard work. Woofies are so selflessly generous, aren't they? Suckers!
While the President was distracted by my hissing (I don't *do* laptime, even for you, Mr. President), Bo made his way out to the lawn where I'd told him Sparky would be waiting. Ever the gentleman, he posed for a stunning portrait with her and then trotted back to his master.
Unfortunately, I think I might just possibly have perhaps used my claws just the eensiest bit to get off the Presidential lap. The President told Bo they were "Outta there" and off they ran like the wind! Luckily, I skedaddled just ahead of the Secret Service and found Sparky still mooning around on the lawn.
We lay low till nightfall, and then we hightailed it out of there. Mission accomplished!We woke up the next morning in a Maryland park, wondering if it had all been a dream. I gave the beauteous Sparky her roses and drove her home in the Furrari, then headed back to foggy SF. But when I vacuumed out the car, I found several stray black-and-white curly furs on the passenger seat. Why, Sparky! You scamp!