For the first few minutes of Griffin Kelly’s playful solo show, the dialogue is made up almost entirely of miaows. As two kitties have supper together, there are nervous miaows, flirty miaows and occasionally exasperated miaows (from her) and an inordinate amount of miaow-splaining (from him).
Kelly exaggeratedly dashes from one side of a table to the other to bring this scene to life but her comedy is no spin on Lady and the Tramp’s cutesy dogs’ dinner. They are soon back at hers, vigorously mating, accompanied by orgasmic miaows for him (quickly) and for her (later, with a vibrator, while he catnaps). When her gun-toting husband unexpectedly turns up, the fur flies and so do the bullets.
