It’s nice and sunny here in Northern California today, so I was able to persuade my pet assistant to take me for a walk.
The walks do me a lot of good. I work such a grueling schedule — kitty modeling is harder than you might think — and the outdoor time really does a body good.
Speaking of kitty modeling, here’s one of my more recent campaigns…
That was a fun shoot.
So, outside. I patrolled the perimeter of the offices here of Tabs the Cat Industries LLC. Didn’t see any cats, dogs or other interlopers today, which is good. The perimeter is secure.
The three dragons…
That’s what the weather human called them on the news — the three storms lashing the North American continent. The one attacking us here savaged my salad garden overnight. I did what I could to salvage the seedlings that had been flung out of the plant growing box-icators, but I defer to my assistant for the high-intensity gardening.
Let’s hope some good comes of this devastation…
Two days ago the sky was happy…
Now it’s evidently perturbed. As am I.
They’re off to a good start. It pleases me.
Not much on my agenda today, other than whipping my assistant into shape. The storm last night laid waste to my salad garden on the deck, so someone has to clean things up, and, of course, that someone is not me.
P.S. Lovely. I can hear it raining again. That means another day stuck inside…
Long time, no blog. What’s shakin’, y’all? Just wanted to say hi to my fans. I’m still working the runway the best I can. You know, a tabby’s gotta do what a tabby’s gotta do.
Oh, I don’t think I showed you my new cap yet. What do you think? Do you love?
Don’t get it twisted; looking this fly is hard work.
As a top cat model, I travel all over the world for photo shoots. My job allows me the chance to hang with so many cool kitties from different countries, like Hugo from the Netherlands.
Hugo loves bling, makeup brushes and modeling. He lives with Marloes, his assistant, who loves him very much.
Would you like to party with Tabs?
Send a picture (or two) of your fine kitty self to this address: tabs at partywithtabs dot com.
Don’t forget to include your name, where you live, your assistant’s name and a few lines about yourself.
I party with cats all over the world, and I can’t wait to party with you!
Big ups to my homies,
One day I’d like to visit Craig Grant’s Caboodle Ranch in Florida, a cat haven for 500 strays.
Grant, a retired contractor, built the 30-acre cat nirvana so homeless cats could kick it old school. Caboodle’s like an actual town, complete with city hall, a police department, a chapel (for quickie weddings!), a kitten elementary school and even a kitty Walmart. I’m thinking about renting one of the lake front cabins this summer.
My secretary, Karen, goes on and on about how she needs more fiber in her diet, and frankly, I’m tired of hearing it.
Good thing I found the perfect solution for her at New York Fashion Week. I went to the Isaac Mizrahi runway show and spotted several models wearing tote bag hats.
Perfect for storing fruit, beans or Metamucil, yes?
Normally I’d rate this look as TOTALLY FUG, but alas, sometimes function trumps form.
Much love to my fiber-challenged homies,
Sometimes I wonder how long I’ll be able to sustain this lavish lifestyle. Sure, staying up all night and partying like a rock star has its perks. I have what most cats would kill for: girls (well, one girl), an endless supply of gravy and a *really* silky coat.
I love the night life. I love to boogie. But now and again I wonder — what if I were just a lap cat? It seems like such a relaxing life.
Perhaps in a few years I’ll settle down…
For now, I’ll just keep doing what I do best: being a sexy mutha trucka. I’m a playa. It’s what I was born to do, and I must fulfill my destiny.