Before I get into the drama-dy that was Christmas 2010, can I just take a moment to bask in the glory of my modeling skills? Observe the evidence: the centerfold pic from my last photo shoot, which I took for the cover of People magazine when they named me “World’s Sexiest Tabby of 2010.”
See how I skillfully raise my paws? The nonchalant look of disinterest and the artful placement of my whiskers? It takes a lot of work to look this hot.
People just don’t seem to get that my life isn’t all jet setting and cat walking; I have to make critical decisions EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Take, for instance, my holiday plans (or lack thereof).
JF (that’s James Franco to you) asked me to hang with him and his buddies in Aspen this Christmas. I really wanted to break in my new snowboard and those Louis Vuitton boots (ya know, the ones with the fur?) I picked up in Paris a few months ago, but due to my assistant’s usual incompetence, I was stuck here in the Bay Area. She couldn’t find a first class flight out of SFO in time, and, you know, I soooo don’t do coach.
It was royally annoying, but one thing that perked me up was this awesome present from my grandparents:
I call them Lolo and Lola, which means “grandfather” and “grandmother” in Tagalog, their native tongue (for the record, I’m half Filipino).
Despite being stuck in the ‘burbs yesterday, all in all, this was a pretty good Christmas. As a matter of fact, I’ve been in such a great mood that I let my assistant hug me for a full two minutes…
…before scratching the crap out of her flabby arm, you know, to show her who’s boss, haha!