I have FINALLY received another letter from my wayward cat, Madame Zara (as she insists on calling herself since running off with the gypsies). What a relief! I was starting to worry.
Hello! I know it's been almost a month since my last letter but I've been rather . . . shall we say . . . preoccupied.
After my disastrous love affair with Dexter, my gypsy band got the hell out of that little Texas town. We went to Austin, where at least the weather was somewhat better. Despite the bravado in my last letter, I was too broken-hearted to perform my wild gypsy dancing, so I earned some money by reading tarot instead.
I was right in the middle of reading the cards for two lovely gentlemen cats named Jax and Henry when WHO should burst through the door but the POLICE! It turns out that Texas still has some old outdated law on the books that criminalizes any form of fortune telling! Down at the police station, Jax and Henry were quickly released after their human (named Strawberry or Blueberry or something) came down and raised a high holy stink because they were just innocent client bystanders.
However, I was not so lucky. I was booked, paw-printed, had my mug shot taken -- the whole nine yards. And after a quickie trial that I swear was a total MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE, I was sentenced to an entire MONTH in jail. Yes -- *sob* -- I am now a felon!
Oh well, at least the food is not too bad in here. And some of the other pussies are cute in a Caged Heat kind of way. I get out in about two more weeks. So until then, many hugs and purrs from your poor little jailkitty. Love, Madame Zara.
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