Hey, a cat's gotta make good on the promise to post about things that don't bite....and I had an extra nap today while "she" worked on moving things around in the trailers. Just watching her wore me out! I'm telling you, sometimes my life is just pure exhaustion!
And then add to that a recent concern I've expressed. One that I've been on "her" tail about.
As in how about some better pictures?!?
I mean c'mon admit it...."her" pictures.....
well....if you've been with me prior to this post.....perhaps you've noticed too....well......they suck.
There I said it.
And nothing fell on my tail.
Accidently or otherwise.
So last night I ate "her" ice cream. Yep, licked the bowl dry before the spoon was even out of the drawer. Obviously, I didn't need a spoon to eat "her" ice cream. But the fact that "she" needed a spoon....well it gave me just enough time to plow through it like the road crew on the first day of snow!
So when "she" turned around, I did what any cat (or sensible dog) would do.
I *burped* and then proceeded to tell her I would gladly sacrifice myself and do it again if "she" didn't start producing some better quality photos. I mean c'mon even my charm won't make up for a blog with sucky photos.
So my ice cream tactic worked. Well sort of.
Quality? Um. Maybe. Better.
If nothing else they will serve as proof when I send her off for "assistance". I mean you gotta know someone with this many vnitage clothes surely needs help of some sort.
Remember the tutu I modeled some time back?!? I mean c'mon you gotta admit that is NOT normal behavior. And I think I was traumatized. I mean my hind end must have itched for thirty minutes after I chewed that thing off!
And now this. Look at all these child's clothes, will ya?! And this is only a fraction of all of them. Heck, "she" probably has enough to cloth all the children in your city!
Yes, this is a child's wardrobe, armoire or whatever you want to call it. I call it, the closet of horrors. There are wayyyyyyy too many dresses in there for my liking. Sometimes, when I'm laying in the studio I could swear I hear them taunting me. As if that dress form isn't enough to make my fur stand on end. Seriously. If that door ever opens on it's own, I am so OUT OF HERE!
And those boots?! Yeah, like I haven't read Puss In Boots.
And like "she" isn't always admiring my rear chops a few too many times. Seriously, do you have pictures of your dog or cats back end? No, didn't think so.
I'm telling you, "she" is certainly sizing up my rear end and making plans for those boots!
So I'm working on a plan to foil "her" dress-up-the-Romeo plans. I just haven't figured out what it is yet. But when I do....well let's just say that I am in no way gonna get caught in some dress. Or boots. Or anything of the sorts. Even if it is old and stylish. I'll keep my look natural, thank you very much!
Anyone need vintage child's dresses for their dog? You know, as a chew toy for the coming Holiday Season.....
