I’m feeling disheveled at the moment. The humans were gone all afternoon, so no one was here to pet me on command or feed me treats. Then, suddenly, when the humans returned, they walked through the door dragging a 6-foot-tall plant — one that I did not request for the home office.
My assistant yelled out, “Look, Tabs, it’s your Christmas tree!” and made a huge ruckus as she forced the greenery through the door. “Better not knock it over this year.”
That, of course, set the wheels in motion for a plan to knock that mother trucker down.
With the tree mounted in its stand now, I’ve sampled some water from the base, and I do have to say, my assistant chose well this year. It’s a good vintage — sweet, but not overly sugary. Good sap. Bravo.
Within the next day or so, I expect several presents to be left for me where they customarily go beneath the foliage.
I have requested a number of luxury cat goods from Chanel, Louis Vuitton and Givenchy this year. Perhaps Christmas will come early, and I will be able to model my new outfits for you in a lavish holiday spread. Keep your paws crossed. 🙂
Meanwhile, please enjoy my latest crop of kitty modeling pics.
Much love, always,
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). 🙂