We were at Nicky Hilton's spectacular home in LA, my star struck 11-year-old tagging along excited to attend his first shoot. All of a sudden we realized Nicky's beloved cat Wilson had disappeared and possibly run out of the house, probably spooked by the camera-wielding strangers that had invaded his space. Clearly it was a case of "No kitty- No shootie", so we all got to work hunting for Wilson, who never got the tracking chip properly inserted in him. We were all over Nicky's house in the search, "Here kitty-kittying" our way through her pristine kitchen, past the rifle lamp, the endless skull motifs, the leather chair embossed "F**k You", even her underwear drawer. And it got even more intimate... Nicky ran interference with her boyfriend, David Katzenberg, on the phone while we picked every centimeter of her house apart. And then I heard my son scream from the ground floor: "I got him- I got Wilson!" Yes, my boy saved the day and the shoot. He found Wilson hiding out in the chimney shaft. For that he earned a spot right under the camera - and we got a cool Nicky Hilton Closet Confession. She was awesome and amazing as was Wilson once we found him!