Who is Tabs the Cat? About six years ago I befriended a stray, flea-bitten tabby cat with a bad case of worms. I could see he’d fallen on hard times, but his profound knowledge of high fashion and department store cosmetics led me to believe that he was more than meets the eye. We became fast friends, and now he’s actually my boss (and a successful kitty model).
Hi, babe. Hope you had a nice weekend. This was sort of a recuperative one for me. My batteries were tapped out after Vegas, I guess. I was so tired yesterday that I could barely keep my eyes open all day and didn’t get a darned thing done. I passed out before 10 last night, and slept in till 9 today.
Tabs, my kitty liege/employer, was none too pleased about that. He hopped on the bed at one point and bit me on the chin, as if to say, “B*tch, who’s gonna make my gravy!?”
Today I just did a couple things around the house, went for an easy run, Watched some TV (new eps of Portlandia on Netflix, and more of the first season of 24) and cooked a pretty good dinner, if I do say so myself, of tilapia filets on white rice with diced tomato and garlic, and a side spinach salad with candied walnuts and grilled apricot and plum slices, yum!
It was delish.
Tabs wholeheartedly agreed. He said, “meow,” about the fish, which meant a lot to me. As a world-renowned plus-size kitty supermodel, Tabs only eats premium cuisine.
Speaking of kitty modeling, here are the highlights from his week… Have a great night.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,
P.S. Oh, don’t forget to enter this weekend’s $50 Sephora gift card giveaway. You have until Monday night at midnight. Also, I apologize for not picking a winner for last weekend’s giveaway yet. I’ll do that soon. All the traveling last week kicked my @ss, but I’m catching up slowly.