C'est dimanche and that means one thing: naps! Sunday is the best day because no one judges you for drinking alcohol (my choice is mimosas) at an unreasonably early hour. You can indulge in sleeping in, drinking champagne early, and then sleeping again. Naps are my favorite thing ever and if I could just figure out a way to turn the thin pages of Vogue, this day would get even better. Curse my soft little paws! Chloe also works on Sundays which means I get the house to myself and don't have to listen to her stupid, high-pitched voice. I'm even thinking about inviting Pierre over. Maybe I've had too many mimosas...
Au revoir for now, kitty cats!
March 3, 2013
March 2, 2013
Photo Shoot!
Bonjour, everyone!
I think Chloe sensed how upset I was last night (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) so she surprised me with professional photos! Sometimes I think there might be a little hope with her... but let's not kid anyone too long about that. We headed down to the pet boutique and I got a fresh shampoo, condition, blow-out, and a massage that was to die for. The lavender lotion was a little much but I appreciate them attempting to be classy. Never hurts to try, I suppose! After the pampering, I posed for a few hours (it really only seemed like minutes) for my glamour pictures. What do you guys think? Aren't I a natural?
I think Chloe sensed how upset I was last night (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) so she surprised me with professional photos! Sometimes I think there might be a little hope with her... but let's not kid anyone too long about that. We headed down to the pet boutique and I got a fresh shampoo, condition, blow-out, and a massage that was to die for. The lavender lotion was a little much but I appreciate them attempting to be classy. Never hurts to try, I suppose! After the pampering, I posed for a few hours (it really only seemed like minutes) for my glamour pictures. What do you guys think? Aren't I a natural?
P.S. Obviously, the sooner I move away to Paris, the sooner this can become a regular thing! Eek!
March 1, 2013
Can I Run Away Yet?
You know those days where you are just disgusted by everyone? Yeah. That's happening. Chloe has this guy over right now and I'm being completely ignored. What does a girl have to do to get a little attention, not to mention a little dessert? I'm doing the cute "swipe-gently-by-their-leg-and-look-longingly-up" thing and honestly, this is the first time it has failed me. What to do? What to do...? I decided it would be best to leave the love birds alone to discover their amour (I'm not that terrible to selfishly ruin their night). I went to my room and gave myself an up-do. You know what they say: "The higher the hair, the closer to God!" Amen, sisters!
Update: okay so I am that terrible. After my masterful hair designing, I had to, um, well, I had to throw up a hairball. (This is SO incredibly embarrassing, ugh. Stop). So instead of doing the right thing which is to go to the awful litter box, I went to Chloe's bed and well, let's just say she'll never ignore me ever again for a man.
Sorry, I'm not sorry. Au revoir, fellow felines!
Update: okay so I am that terrible. After my masterful hair designing, I had to, um, well, I had to throw up a hairball. (This is SO incredibly embarrassing, ugh. Stop). So instead of doing the right thing which is to go to the awful litter box, I went to Chloe's bed and well, let's just say she'll never ignore me ever again for a man.
Sorry, I'm not sorry. Au revoir, fellow felines!
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