Sundays with Tabs the Cat, Makeup and Beauty Blog Mascot, Vol. 179

Tonight, on Downton Tabby…

While Lord and Lady Grantham take breakfast in the state room, Tabs the cat secretly slips an envelope under the door of Lord Grantham’s study, but he is seen skulking away from the door by Thomas the footman, who hurriedly reports the incident to Ms. O’Brien, Lady Grantham’s maid.

After breakfast, Lord Grantham is on his way to his study when he encounters Thomas in the hallway. “My lord,” Thomas says, “Mrs. Patmore wonders if you or Lady Grantham would care to review the menu for this evening’s dinner for the Dowager Countess.”

Lord Grantham, realizing the wisdom of approving the menu beforehand, thanks Thomas for delivering the message and immediately leaves for the kitchen. With Lord Grantham away, Thomas, now alone in the hallway, peers under the door to the study. He sees the envelope that he observed Tabs slipping under the door, and using a letter opener, withdraws the envelope and slips it into the breast pocket of his footman’s jacket.

Moments later in the servants’ living area, O’Brien and Thomas use a hot iron to carefully open the envelope without tearing it and remove the letter.

Thomas, with O’Brien looking over his shoulder, reads the letter, which is addressed to Lord Grantham and begins, “My lord, I feel it is my duty as house cat to inform you of a traitor in your midst…” The traitor, it appears, is Isis the dog, and the letter describes in great detail an incident involving the recent disappearance of one of Lord Grantham’s bedtime slippers.

In the letter, Tabs explains how he watched, from the shadows, Isis take one of the slippers, chew it to pieces, and then bury the remains at the base of the Lebanon Cedar in the garden.

“Good god!” Thomas gasps, as both he and O’Brien realize the magnitude of what they have read.

Isis is a bad dog!

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***

In the meantime, here are some pics from Tabs’ portfolio of kitty modeling jobs this week… 🙂

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,

Karen

P.S. Care to skim through one of the largest kitty modeling portfolios west of the Sierra Nevadas? If you’d like to see more, you can also check out the archives here.