Me: Look at Marvin in his special Canadian scarf. Darling boy.
Nell: You forgot Canada Day.
Me: I didn’t forget it. I just remembered it a little late.
Nell: Anyway, we have shocking news about Gladys?
Me: Is she in danger?
Nell: No, she has gone over to the other side.
Me: Where? Dartmouth?
Nell: No. She is Sleeping with the Enemy.
Me: She’s not dumped Alejandro for a Beefy has she? Only that would be shocking.
Nell: No. She’s been having talks with our rivals. Well, Rupert and The Cat’s rivals to be exact.
Me: How do you know?
Nell: Henry and Horst went undercover as sequinned brooches on her hat.
Me: Gosh. Those boys certainly live dangerously.
Nell: May I continue?
Me: Yes. Please do.
Nell: Have you heard of Glamourpuss?
Me: No.
Nell: It’s a very glitzy fashion line popular with the more theatrically inclined.
Me: Sounds just like Gladys’s cup of tea.
Nell: Yes, that’s why they want Gladys to be the face of the brand.
Me: She would be perfect.
Nell: But what about her loyalty towards Rupert and The Cat?
Me: Can’t they all work together, Nell? Knitwear Wolf’s clothing is all natural wool. It’s not glitz and glamour.
Nell: I don’t know.
Me: A Rolls Royce just pulled up outside. Someone’s getting out.
Nell: Who is it?
Me: An extremely flashy Persian cat in a velvet cloak dripping with diamonds.
Nell: That’ll be Zsa Zsa The Paw.
Me: Zsa Zsa The Paw?
Nell: Owner of Glamourpuss and The Cat’s Hungarian cousin. Gladys said she was coming to tea.
Me: She’s saying something. It sounds like ‘Vere’s my darlink Voolfy?’
Nell: Your Hungarian accent is dreadful.
Me: Rupert is escorting her inside. Now that’s surprising.
Nell: What?
Me: He’s wearing a velvet jacket. Sorry.
