The cats are on the run from the law and had a close call last night.
Ralph is a drug lord, obviously, and she uses Weaz and Tilly as her unsuspecting pawns. It works because Weaz is blindly loyal and easily manipulated and Tilly can stuff her prosthetic limbs full of catnip.
LITTLE WEAZ REPORTING FOR DUTY.
Last night my building was swarming with either undercover cops or civilians. Hard to tell because their black hoodies are such convincing costumes, but Ralph took no chances and posted up on the balcony to keep an eye on the developing situation below.
She narrowly escaped a helicopter’s search light and is now hunkered down in an undisclosed location. We’ll keep you posted as things progress. If you need some catnip text SNICKERDOODLES ARE GOOD to 1-800-CATRDAY and wait by the nearest McDonald’s drive through. Weaz will find you.