Six. That’s how many times I drove back/forth to/from the airport this week for Tabs. I’m like his personal shuttle service. It’s an hour drive, round trip, and I barely get so much as a thank you. I know it’s part of my job as his assistant, but still. A little gratitude would be nice.
The phone’s been ringing off the hook lately with kitty modeling job offers, and the void left by Oprah has the networks even talking about a possible talk show (fingers crossed!).
This week Tabs had modeling jobs in far-flung locales like Paris, New York, Honolulu and Santa Cruz. Seriously, he was all over the map.
I’m glad he’s home for the long weekend now. If you’re interested, here are some recent pics from his portfolio.
Who is Tabs the Cat? About three 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).
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,