grrrrrr.....
I decided to go to Berkeley to get some unagi. There's this restaurant called Kirala on Shattuck, and I've been told it's got some fine food. Well, I hopped the BART and headed up there. When I got there, they were closed. I sat down on a copy of the San Francisco Chronicle and waited. While I was sitting there, a couple of the Berkeley PD came walking by. One of them noticed me and started asking for my identification. Cats, as a rule, don't hold with wearing pockets or carrying ID. As I was trying to explain, one of them said, "Hey, you know there's alligators loose after that big storm in Florida. I'll bet this is one of them." Now, as luck would have it, I was sitting on the science section of the Chronicle, which included an article entitled "How to tell a cat from an alligator." I tried to point out to the police that it was a case of mistaken identity. I even tried to show them the newspaper article. They just pulled my tail and eventually took me to jail. They put me in the escaped reptile tank, along with three humans and a parakeet. Eventually, somebody pointed out to them that none of us was a reptile. I started yelling at the two people who had arrested me, but they said that everybody seems to have a newspaper article showing that they are actually innocent, and if they actually kept up with the news, they'd never get a chance to push anybody around. However, they did make the helpful suggestion that I not leave home until all of those alligators get recaptured.
The upside to all of this was that by the time they finally let me out and I got back to Kirala, it was open. Every upside has a downside, though, and the downside to this upside was that the people at Kirala wouldn't give me a table because I was a cat. Where were they when the cops were pushing me around? Well, I asked them if they would serve me if I was a one-ton, four-meter long alligator. They said they'd probably have no choice. Dangit. Dangit. Where were the herpetological geniuses of the Berkeley PD when I needed them?
I wonder if Berkeley's Finest would have picked on me if I was an all-white cat rather than a tuxedo cat. I'm thinking of sueing for a case of unagi. While I'm at it, I might also request another case for Stancy Nesby. I've heard that she was also mistaken for an alligator by the Berkeley PD. Anyhow, the Berkeley Police can suck my cute little paws.
The upside to all of this was that by the time they finally let me out and I got back to Kirala, it was open. Every upside has a downside, though, and the downside to this upside was that the people at Kirala wouldn't give me a table because I was a cat. Where were they when the cops were pushing me around? Well, I asked them if they would serve me if I was a one-ton, four-meter long alligator. They said they'd probably have no choice. Dangit. Dangit. Where were the herpetological geniuses of the Berkeley PD when I needed them?
I wonder if Berkeley's Finest would have picked on me if I was an all-white cat rather than a tuxedo cat. I'm thinking of sueing for a case of unagi. While I'm at it, I might also request another case for Stancy Nesby. I've heard that she was also mistaken for an alligator by the Berkeley PD. Anyhow, the Berkeley Police can suck my cute little paws.