Kicked Out!!!!

An odd, but true story...
Fluffy and I were ok'd to go to an art opening at a gallery on Queen St. West Saturday night.
I got as gussied up as I could....My preferred Nice Dress wouldn't dry in the rainy weather.  I looked good, when I left my place!!!  I swear!!
But....45 minutes on a hot streetcar later, carrying Fluffy and my computer, to take cool pics???
I emerged at Bathurst St. with a sigh of relief.  Then, walked and walked.  Only to find that I was STILL too early!!  (those Queen cars are only late when YOU are running a bit late!!!)
I shopped around in a little Tibetan store.
Then, I showed up to The Red Carpet  (kind of a small one).  Had a hassle until the owner finally recognized me.  He said, "I didn't recognize you without your cat!"
I said, "Oh, Fluffy is right here in her bag."
Suddenly, then, Fluffy was Persona non Grata!  The owner suddenly realized that some of those rich people invited specially might be allergic to cats!!
The weirdest thing then happened!  He asked his two Rent-a-cops to escort me away!!  And kind of glared at me for standing in a nearby doorway.  My wrinkled up presence was NOT wanted there!!  I felt that I needed to let my friend in the show know what was up, so I withstood it.  The cops were embarrassed about it all, and apologized.  And.. got all worried about the little cat scratch on my arm.
I told my friend Nik what had happened, and then went and bought a nifty new computer bag at the friendly Tibetan store, got a bottle of water for Fluffy's trip home, and got on the streetcar fast!
Well, if I'd had thoughts of getting into that gallery, by knowing the owner, those hopes are now squashed!  Like Wile E. Coyote!
Maybe I will try the big, fancy gallery at the corner nearby....