Kitty Spotlight: Hugo from the Netherlands

hugo the cat from the netherlands
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 has partied with tabs

Hugo loves bling, makeup brushes and modeling. He lives with Marloes, his assistant, who loves him very much.

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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,


Feline Sanctuary in Florida Houses 500 Stray Cats

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.

Love ya,


New York Fashion Week Fall 2009: Accessories for the Fiber-Challenged

fruity tote hats the wave of the future

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,


Deep Thoughts

tabs having deep thoughts

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.