Return to Tiffany's - Chapter 3

After an hour of relentless pursuit, Nunnie finally caught up with Simi, who had at last tired of running. The excitable little puppy sat panting on the sidewalk, her fluffy fur slightly tousled, while Nunnie, ever the dignified cat, tried to regain composure despite the chaos of their impromptu adventure.

Nunnie took a deep breath. “You,” gasp, “are,” gasp, “exhausting,” gasp.

Simi grinned. “That was so fun, Nunnie! We went so far! Where even are we?”

Nunnie blinked, looking up at the towering buildings around them. Their usual garden and familiar streets were nowhere in sight. Instead, the bustling sounds of the city surrounded them—honking cars, chattering people, the distant hum of traffic.

“I think,” Nunnie said slowly, tail flicking while surveying their surroundings, “we are officially lost.”

Nunnie

Before Simi could reply, a pair of gentle hands scooped her up. “Oh! Hello there, little one,” a woman cooed, holding Simi up to examine her collar.

Her partner reached down and carefully lifted Nunnie, who flattened his ears and let out a low, dignified grumble of protest. “They have fancy collars,” the man said, turning Nunnie’s tag over. “‘Return to Tiffany’s’... That’s all it says.”

The woman glanced up and gasped. “Well, that’s convenient,” she said, nodding toward a grand storefront just across the street.

Nunnie followed her gaze and sighed. “Of course.”

There, standing tall and elegant, was a Tiffany’s store, its iconic blue awnings fluttering in the breeze. The couple exchanged amused looks and, without much hesitation, carried the two wayward pets through the grand glass doors. The moment they stepped inside, the store’s polished floors gleamed under the soft lights, and the scent of luxury filled the air.

A sharply dressed associate glanced up from behind the counter, eyes widening slightly at the sight of a slightly disheveled but still unmistakably fancy Bichon Frise and an orange Scottish Fold cat with a perpetual scowl.

“Well,” Nunnie muttered once finally set down onto the cool marble floor, “this is definitely not how I expected my day to go.”

Simi, however, wagged her tail happily. “Ooooh, sparkly!” she gasped, staring at the dazzling jewelry cases. “Nunnie, look! Everything here is so pretty!”

Nunnie sighed, already bracing for whatever came next. One thing was for sure—life with Simi was never, ever boring.

Simi

A Children's Story