On the other side of Paris, betwixt the picturesque scenery of the boulangeries and boutiques, a woman rushed through the crowds along with her cat.
"Come on, Penny…" the tall, blonde woman spoke to her pet tuxedo cat. "We're gonna be late for Fashion Week…" this woman was clearly from America, judging by her accent, as well as her ability to not be so punctual.
Suddenly, Penny just so happened to notice a group of French alley cats just standing around. She gave a whistle, they immediately turned to face her.
"Uh, h-hey, you guys know how I can unhook this collar?!" Penny exclaimed.
"O-ho!" One of the cats, who wore a beret and striped shirt exclaimed. "Bon soirée, petite Américaine chatte! Tu as l'air coincé!"
"—touristes, ai-je raison les gars?!" Another cat exclaimed, then the other cats laughed alongside him.
"Y-yeah…" Penny replied. "S-sorry, I don't speak that Frenchfry talk. Uh…." Penny cleared her throat, then annunciated. "I…am NOT….FROM…here! I…COME…FROM….A-MER-I-CA!"
"BAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAH!!" The cats only continued to laugh even harder at Penny's predicament.
"Hey! I'm not—" Penny tugged at her collar as her owner continued to pull her along, then eventually she removed the clasp. Oh jeez, why'd I do that?!" The cat exclaimed. "HELLOOOO?!" She tried to call for her owner but it was far too late.
Penny's owner had already gone into the cab and the driver had sped away.
"Shoot, now what?!" Penelope thought to herself. "I'm stuck in the middle of France and I don't even know the LANGUAGE!"
Suddenly, Penny just so happened to notice a small macaron shop, and couldn't help but smell the delicious French pastries.
"Well, I suppose the least I could do is eat." The cat shrugged and walked into the shop, not noticing the can of "painte blanc" falling onto her back and creating a long, white stripe.
