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).
What do you mean, “You want 40% of the gravy up front!?” That’s highway robbery!
I hired Tabs to help me with a small project today (I needed a kitty supermodel), and because it’s a holiday, he demanded triple his regular wage, all paid in gravy, of course, and wanted 40% up front.
Can you believe that? Forty percent? Divas…
In other news, hoppy Easter!
What are ya up to today? Having fun, I hope. I’m just about ready to head out to visit my family in the East Bay with El Hub for brunch, and you know how much I love brunch, so I’m totally stoked.
In keeping with the season, Tabs had a couple of Easter-themed kitty modeling jobs this week (he says “meow,” by the way). Have a great day.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,
P.S. Kitty modeling is a tough, rough-and-tumble business filled with fake felines and yes-cats. That’s why Tabs is such a rarity in the biz. His brash honesty and brazen disregard for professional gamesmanship (cat politics) has earned him a reputation as a diva… Whatev. I like divas.
To see more of his husky body of work, check out Sundays With Tabs, the Archives: From Anastasia to Zoya.