The neon sign flashing a cocktail and a cigarette is the come-on, the club’s double entendre name (think synonyms – get it?) says the rest. This unassuming martini bar is where the Westside’s Pretty Young Things mix, mingle, and mack on each other amid jazz, Latin, and bluesy grooves. You may need feline vision to navigate in the pitch-black, close-quarter environs, but you just might bump into an attractive new scratching post. If the thrills sound cheap, so are the drinks, which come in glasses big enough to house a goldfish – martinis rule the menu, but there’s also a selection of single-malt scotches and the potent Nine Lives Mai Tai. And for musical meowing, Mondays are reserved for Kitty-oke.