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?
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.
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.