You haven't lived unless you've seen Miss Bad Kitty strapped into an enormous Godzilla harness, stomping on a miniature Tokyo. The fiercest Firecracker on the West Coast, she's also got the kind of heart (and fashion brilliance) that, upon overhearing a total stranger lamenting "I don't know what to wear," immediately corrals her and puts her in a bronze sequined tube top and honest-to-goodness Yee-Haw overalls. She's got more sass and sauce than a mouthful of habaneros, and a smile that could rival a rainbow's pot of gold. I adore Miss Bad Kitty and can't wait for the fine day when I get to see her (and the whole family!) again.