Bub: Hello there little lady. I guess yer here to see about tha job. (Pussnagel was right--she is a looker! Or did he say hooker?)

Daisy: Oh yessir, I'm really eager to do some meaningful work. (And after working for you I'll still be eager to do something meaningful.)

Bub: I hope ya don't mind if I sit up here! We're kinda short on furniture right now. (I wonder if tha cleanin' lady took it. As least we still got tha music.)

Daisy: Whatever is fine with me. (Furniture isn't the only thing this office is short on, there's also a definite lack of taste. For instance, that gawdawful dreary music!)

Bub: What we're lookin for here is a kind of girl-Friday--ya know, a little girlie who does stuff around tha office. Can you do stuff like that? Like typin and anserin the phone when it rings? (I sure hope she can make donuts!)

Daisy: I'm very flexible (of course, I'm a cat!) and I'm sure I can handle anything that comes up. (But I draw the line at cleaning up your hairballs;when they come up you deal with it!)

Bub: Uh, what about cawfee? Ya know, the guys--er, officers like ta have their cawfee. Helps 'em think, they say. Specially Sergeant Pussnagel--he really likes his cuppa Joe! (I won't mention tha donuts till I know if she can make cawfee.)

Daisy: (It'll take more than coffee to help the "officers" think.) Cafe au lait is my specialty. It's an old family receipe. (I cut it out of Good Cathouse Keeping at least two weeks ago!)

Bub: By tha way, have you got somethin else ta wear? Somethin kinda frilly--you know, like girls wear. Fer a girl Friday job you don't want the boys around here ta think you're one of 'em. Haw haw! (Boy, I sure hope she can make donuts.)

Daisy: I have a very large wardrobe, so I think I can come up with something suitable. (If the boys around here can't tell I'm not one of them, this castle's doomed!)

Bub: Well, now that tha important stuff is outta tha way, tell me a little bit about yerself. (Donuts, donuts, donuts...)

Daisy: ( And a little bit's all you're ever going to hear.) Well, Madame Alto found me roaming the streets as a kitten, and ever since then I've been a permanent resident of her Cat House.

Bub: (...fish jelly...) Huh?

Daisy: (What is it about the words "Cat House" that wakes these guys up?)While there I learned all the tricks of the trade... (never mind what trade!)

Bub: Sounds ta me like yer just tha one fer tha job.(Besides, she's tha only one that showed up.)

Daisy: I'm sure you'll find my performance more than satisfactory. (Actually I deserve the Oscat just for my performance doing this interview.)

Bub: Looks like ya got tha job! Can ya start Monday? By that time thaoffice might be easier ta work in--we did have a big table, but it kinda disappeared last night. Also, tha bag of evidence we wuz testin disappeared too--and we had only tested half of it! ( Maybe tha cleanin lady took it.)

Daisy: That's most peculiar. (Next week, you might not even have an office at the rate you're going. Stealing from the Kastle Kops must be like taking salmon from a kitten.) Say did you ever try Sam's Thrift Shop? Nice furniture for very little toonas. A poor working girl like me has to think of things like that. Toonas don't grow on trees, you know. (You DO know that, don't you?)

Bub: We can discuss yer salary as soon as we see what kinda (donuts) work ya can do. (fish jelly, fish jelly...)

Daisy: (And I'll decide how much work I'm going to do when I see what kind of salary I'm getting.) Sounds great! I'll be ready on Monday! (Probably ready for retirement on Tuesday!)