A Dame Named Trouble

I don’t hand out extra entries for just anyone, but this dame wasn’t just anyone. An Albanian goddess — tan, easy on the eyes, and walking in like she owned the joint. She made over me in a way that’d put my own human to shame.

The Name’s Luna Bella

Then she drops it — Luna Bella. Smooth as jazz in a smoke-filled lounge. My human might’ve picked “Luna,” but out of her mouth it sounded like a headline. Sure, I know I’m a boy. Always have. But a pretty middle name from a pretty lady? For a minute, I almost forgot the part about being male. Sometimes even a gumshoe likes the cover he’s stuck wearing.

The Vacuum Menace

Thing is, a goddess like that keeps you guessing. One minute she’s all smiles and warm hands, the next she’s wielding a roaring beast — they call it a vacuum. Chased me off my paws and had the nerve to laugh about it. I stayed perched on my human’s shoulder, riding it out like a cat with nine lives and none to spare.

Beautiful Trouble

So what’s the verdict? She’s got charm, danger, and an accent that turns words into music. Beautiful trouble in high heels — and I can’t tell if I ought to run from it or chase it.

Signed with my paws,

Luna Bella 🐾