Sunny (pronounced Sun - nee’) - see below tales of Sunny…..

A dark night in an Irvine neighborhood that knows how to keep its secrets, but on the 2nd floor at Aimee’s house, one cat is still trying to find the answers to life’s persistent questions. Sunny Cat, Neighborhood Watch.

Sunny’s Journal entries
Sunny: It was July in New York I stowed away in my owner’s luggage, I was there seeing the sights and taking in some plays and having a terrific time until one afternoon on 59th Street, near Central Park.

Horse Drawn Taxi Guy: Hey, pal— how about a ride around the park? Twenty bucks.

Sunny: No, thanks. I’d rather walk.

Horse Drawn Taxi Guy: Cats from California don’t like to ride in carriages?

Sunny: What’d you say?

Horse Drawn Taxi Guy: I said, what’s the matter, don’t you want a ride?

Sunny: You said California—

Horse Drawn Taxi Guy: Yeah?

Sunny: What made you think I was from Califnornia?

Horse Drawn Taxi Guy: Just a lucky guess.

Sunny: It kind of shook me. A cat stows away to New York for the anonymity. Was there something about me that shouted California? If so, what? Maybe it’s my natural red tan fur, I thought…

July in New York is a great time. The tulip bulbs were popping up in the flower beds. Runners were out running around the reservoir. Skinny runners, big heavy runners, French runners, runners with headphones, runners with cellphones, runners sending e-mail on their Blackberries, runners pushing babies in three-wheeled carriages, runners on walkers, runners with dogs, runners being chased by dogs. I sat down on a bench to read the paper and suddenly a runner came up to me, a slim grey-haired gentleman.

Grey Haired Gentleman: Hi there.

Sunny: Hello—

Grey Haired Gentleman: Mind if I sit down?

Sunny: Be my guest.

Grey Haired Gentleman: So, is this your first time in central park..?

Sunny: I was a little annoyed… here I’m trying to soak in the sites and this guy wants to make small talk… “Actually I’ve been coming here for a couple of days.”

Grey Haired Gentleman: You finding toilets when you need to?

Sunny: I just go easy on the coffee. Plus I’m a cat so you know….

Grey Haired Gentleman: Me too. it can be a long time between rest stops. —Well — good talking with you. How’s everything back home in California?

Sunny: Is there a sign on my back? Am I wearing a Dodgers cap or a “I heart LA” t-shirt?

Grey Haired Gentleman: Hey, I meant no offense.

Sunny: None taken. But how did you know? .

Grey Haired Gentleman: I don’t know. Just something about you. You look familiar —Hey. I gotta run.

Sunny: The gray haired gentleman took off and I headed for the Guggenheim and there on Fifth Avenue a woman in a parked BMW yelled at me.

Woman: Hey! You!

Sunny: Who? Me?

Woman: Yeah. Who do you think? Come here.

Sunny: A New York cop was standing by the driver’s window.

COP: Lady - hang up the phone.

Woman: I need you for a witness, sir.

COP: Just stay out of this, buddy.

Woman: He pulled me over for talking on my cell phone while I’m driving.

COP: It’s illegal.

Woman: So is jaywalking. You gonna start arresting jaywalkers? Besides, I was talking to my lawyer. I got a right to do that. Boy, this is ridiculous! If I had a nickel for every time I have seen people talking on the phone while they drove today, I could buy the Taj Mahal. Or a studio apartment in Brooklyn.

COP: You know this woman, sir?

Sunny: No, but I’m starting to.

Woman: Once more, I am entitled to have a lawyer present if I am being questioned by the police. And the attorney-client conversation is privileged, so you have to step twenty feet away, officer.

COP: Look. You were in violation of the law.

Woman: According to the Americans with Disabilities Act, the operator of a motor vehicle is entitled to any assistive device and for me, that includes a telephone.

COP: Listen. I’m gonna let you off this one time, but if I ever catch you again, it’s gonna not be so good for you, okay?

Sunny: She was a scrapper. She talked him right out of giving her a ticket. It made me a little home sick, even though Aimee was in the city I still missed her.. But, I must remember stowing away probably wouldn’t go over as a happy thing so, I decided this would be a little vacation away— . I also decided to skip the Guggenheim — it was so nice out — I walked over to Third Avenue to a joint called McNulty’s. I walked in. A couple guys sat at the bar and one look at them and you thought maybe drinking isn’t the best hobby to take up. — The bartender was busy trying to rig up some wires on the back bar.

BARTENDER: Be with you in a minute.

Sunny: Take your time.

PATRON: Where’s the Mets game?

BARTENDER: I’m doin my best.

PATRON: Gimme the remote. I’ll find it.

BARTENDER: The remote ain’t gonna help you. I gotta remove the scrambler.

PATRON: I come in here to watch the game.

BARTENDER: I’m trying to get the game — but if the cable company decides not to carry the Mets game, what can I do?

OLD PATRON: Put the game on. That’s what you can do.

BARTENDER: I’m fixing the scrambler. Get me a screwdriver.

OLD PATRON: You’re the bartender.

BARTENDER: A screwdriver! The kind with the blade.

OLD PATRON: All you need is a coat hanger.

BARTENDER: How many times I gotta tell ya? I gotta take the filter outta this box up there.

OLD PATRON: That’s not the filter! Hey, mister— look at what he’s doing to that TV—

BARTENDER: What does he know about it? He’s from California.

OLD PATRON: Are you? You are, aren’t you. Okay. Forget it.

Sunny: I left McNulty’s and I headed back toward the park — and who should I see but the woman with the cellphone?

Woman: Hey! You—

Sunny: Yes— Hello again.

Woman: I’ve been driving around, looking for you.

Sunny: What’s up?

Woman: Do you mind if I ask a personal question?

Sunny: Okay—

Woman: You’re that cat from California… right?

Sunny: I nodded and she motioned me toward a little café and we sat in a quiet corner in back— I had all kind of thoughts like maybe she knows Aimee.. and how could should know I was from California……

Woman: That cop. What a dope. He just wouldn’t listen. Men! They’re such a pain. It all comes down to men. MENtal illness, MENstrual cramps, MENopause. And HISterectomies. Anyway, I was on my way to the gynecologist’s. I had to drive because you can’t get a cab now that the CIA is recruiting people who speak Arabic. And the subway is just so hard on your self-esteem. I had a bad moment on the subway yesterday — A man got up and offered me his seat. What’s wrong? Do I look old? I didn’t think I did. Anyway, the gynecologist told me I’m pregnant.

Sunny: Well, congratulations.

Woman: I don’t know.

Woman: I’m afraid of what I might do to a child. I might damage it psychologically and it’d spend its adult life in Barnes & Noble in the psychology section, buying books about reclaiming your inner child through creative visualization.

Sunny: Well, this is New York. Therapy is widely accepted.. plus I could think of worse things…

Woman: I’m going to run a five-kilometer Run To Cure Attention-Deficit Disorder. Well, speaking of running— I’ve got to get back to work. I own a day spa in Tribeca called the Women’s Correctional Facility. We do nails and hair and outpatient cosmetic surgery.

Sunny: You said you needed me, ma’am—

Woman: Oh gosh.. I’m sorry to trouble you but, Yes— I do need your help…

Sunny: What doyou need me for?

Woman: I was wondering if you could solve the mystery?

Sunny: What?

Woman: I need you to figure out who the father of my baby is.. My husband and I had been trying for a year- but, to no avail. So, I secretly went to one of those places and got impregnated.. Sadly my husband was tragically killed on an Alaskan fishing vessel and I don’t want my child to grow up fatherless..

Sunny: Lady I.. I .. I don’t know what to tell you……

Sunny: I stood there as she drove away and I looked at myself in a shop window for signs of California. No insignias. No labels. I left my colar at the room… Nothing. I studied myself for a long time and couldn’t find the telltale mark. Why was that lady so sure I could solve her mystery?

Sunny: The whole flight home I wondered how people knew I was from California and why that lady thought I could solve her mystery. When I got home I did some Googling and turns out my handler, Aimee hid my true identity from me. It all makes sense now my knack for solving mysteries and having an inquisitive nature– it all comes from my father.. While doing my research I discovered my father was none other than the iconic cat from Remington Steele Investigations…. see below.

A dark night in the city that knows how to keep its secrets, but one cat is still trying to find the answers to life’s persistent questions…… Sunny Cat, Neighborhood Watch Dog.