Monique Fiso, Mittens and Bret McKenzie's brother walk into a bar...
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Can Wellingtonians talk while drinking? Greg Bruce finds out.
MITTENS, LBQ
Entering the private room in which I was meeting Mittens, I - Aucklander and idiot - wondered: "Why a private room?" That was before
I entered his presence.
He had just finished a lengthy photoshoot and was rehoused in his cat carrier, which seemed strange for a cat that has made his name as one of history's greatest nomads. It was early evening, and by then I'd been in Wellington all day and all day I'd been hearing stories about him: Mittens miles from home, Mittens crossing the road at zebra crossings; Mittens waiting patiently for the green man before crossing at intersections; people coming across large crowds in central Wellington, thinking there must have been a terrible accident, only to find Mittens happily at their centre.