As all you Kitties know by now, Kozmo's One-and-Only, Callie, has disappeared, apparently the victim of a heartless Catnapping by one of Nellie's discarded Exes.
(Lessons to be learned here: 1) Nefur have just one One-and-Only--I mean, who will comfort you when she's Catnapped? If you have numerous LadyCats, there's always someone at the ready to step right up and attend to your needs! 2) Nellie should let her ManCats down easier--and don't I know it! I gotted dumped with nary a word--just opened her blog and there she was, all engaged to someone else. But I digress.)
Kozmo arrived at Casa Spitty on the trail of Wu-Tang. However, our meeting with him in Chinatown ended with our agreeing he had played no part in the Catnapping, having moved on years ago from Miss Nellie.
After a time UTT trying to figure out what a good FBI agent would investigate next, we decided to check out likely Callie hangouts. We theorized that she was probably driving her Catnapper to drink (to Nip?) with her constant whining, so she'd easily convince him to take her where she wanted to go.
Our first stop was the legendary San Francisco War Memorial Opera House where a performance of Rigoletto had just concluded. Callie is well-known for her caterwauling beautiful singing, so we thought she might drag her CatNapper here.
Everything seemed normal at first, but after hours of skilled investigation, we found it:
Callie's tell-tale furs lurking on a front-row seat. We were on the right track!
So, we thought, where would they go after the opera?
Why, for sushi--where else? It's fishy, it's bite-size, and the Catnapper knew she'd shut up
as soon as her mouth was full....and by now, he'd relish the silence.
Arriving at We Be Sushi, we noticed the lovely full trays of delicious ebi rolls, hamachi, hotate, kani, maguro and more! Mmmmmmmmm, tasty!
And soon enough, at a recently-abandoned table, we found the evidence we sought:
By now it was morning, and we recalled Callie's love affair with the Bling. We headed over to Union Square to the ultimate purveyor of Bling, Tiffany's.
As soon as we arrived, however, we were met with agitated employees and a number of police detectives. As a professional courtesy, they shared with Kozmo and me that a diamond necklace of fabulous cost had been boldly stolen just moments before, by a sweet young thing in a fur coat, who'd left behind no clue but a few tufts of her garment:
By now we was thoroughly flummoxed. We was outta clues, outta ideas, outta luck.
We needed fudz and napz in our own home. We needed a plan.
Kozmo was all but useless, mooning around over his Lost Lady Love and frankly I was getting tired of the constant weeping and wailing over this LadyCat.
Hey, Bro, find a new one! Shuddup already! Sheesh, Nellie's right--you've got it bad.
After a meal and a good sleep in the Crown Bed, Kozmo seemed to brighten. He claimed he had a new idea and he needed to take off to explore it. Last I saw of him, he was bouncing down the street ready to teleport over to....well, somewhere. He was pretty secretive.
Good luck, Pal! Keep me in the loop. It was loads of fun working on my first FBI case.
