Well that was weird…
I had no idea there were bike messengers in Novato, but apparently there are.
Oh, before I get to that, Tahoe was so much fun. Jet skiing, good food, and a gorgeous gondola ride up to almost 10,000 feet above sea level! What a beautiful place. And the water — I still can’t believe how blue it is. From the look of it, I’d swear it was a tropical ocean.
A cold, cold tropical ocean…
When El Hub and I got home last night, Tabs was in a tizzy and pacing around the house because he hadn’t yet heard from his agent about the status of his Hollywood star. See, last month we got word that he was being considered for one, which would be a huge honor for a cat who’s only been acting for less than a year, but they told us that we’d hear back about it by the first of this month.
Well, the first came and went, which we took to mean that Tabs wasn’t getting his star this time.
So, about that bike messenger I mentioned — we heard a knock on the door this afternoon, and Tabs yells, “Meow!” Get the door please!
“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” I rush downstairs, open the door, and there’s this guy there who looks exactly like Joseph Gorden-Levitt, holding out a mysterious-looking envelope and sitting on a fixed gear bicycle. No brakes. Like from the movie, Premium Rush.
I’m like, “Uh…hey, man. Can I help you?”
“Delivery for Tabs the Cat,” he says and sounds very official. “Can you sign for it?”
“Sure…” I say, so he pulls a pen from behind his ear and hands me a form. I sign it, hand it back, and then he takes off down the street. “Later!”
Nice calves, I’m thinking as he peddles away.
I close the door, still a little dumbfounded, and hand the envelope down to Tabs.
“Meow! Meow!” he says, grabbing it and skittering away. It’s from the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce, the group that gives out the stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
I follow Tabs into the living room and see that he’s already clawed open the envelope. He reads it, then looks up at me with, what? — could that be a tear in his eye? “Mrrow!!” he shouts excitedly. I got my Hollywood star!!
He’s been on cloud nine all afternoon…
As his assistant, I’m wondering how he’s going to juggle more acting roles with his modeling and other pursuits, but he’s the boss. I just do what I’m told.
Speaking of that, he asked me to post the most recent pics from his kitty modeling portfolio.
Here they are!
Who is Tabs the Cat? About five 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,
P.S. To learn more about my extremely demanding, finicky employer, plus-size kitty supermodel Tabs, you can check out the archives here.