I am the Elizabeth Taylor of the feline world.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Poncho and Sadie

Friday was Karen's birthday. Her parents threw her a party, and invited Sadie and I to attend, which meant Sadie crawled under a piece of furniture upstairs, not to be seen until Karen goes hunting for her when it's time to leave and I mingle until some small child makes an attempt on my life.

For her birthday, Karen's friend Robyn made Sadie and I ponchos. Karen of course was thrilled. My first reaction was to be appalled. Not two days ago I saw a kitty wearing a sweater on someone else's website and the poor thing looked miserable. Karen saw it and thought it was just "so cute". For a few days I was very concerned Karen would bring home matching sweaters for Sadie and I. (The last thing I wanted in my life was a sweater; the second to the last thing I wanted was one that matched Sadie's.)

Karen immediately put the poncho on me and much to my surprise, I found myself actually liking it. The yarn is soft and the bright fuscia color looks great against my black fur. I'm wearing it right now, as a matter of fact.

Sadie's not as keen on wearing her poncho. She's not as fashion aware as I am, though. Karen told me I can wear hers, if I wanted, but I like mine.

I told Karen she needed to buy some cashmere yarn and tell her friend to make me another poncho. I'd like to have serveral in varying colors to match my whims. I also asked Karen to take my picture in my poncho to add to the blog, which she did take, but has not down loaded to the site (surprise surprise).

Speaking of pictures, I'm about this close to firing Karen over the whole picture issue. First of all, I asked Karen to hire the famed fashion photographer Steven Meisel to take some pictures for my blog. She blew me off. A few days later I asked her about this again.

"Yeah Penelope I made that call," she told me. "Mr. Meisel has a very busy week scheduled hanging with models and celebrities and whatnot. He couldn't fit you in."

Whatever.

Karen is about as useful as Sadie sometimes. At least Sadie doesn't smart off. Sadie takes me and my needs seriously.

"Then get Sadie to make the calls to famous photographers," she told me, knowing full well that Sadie doesn't know her numbers well enough to use a phone.

I've got to get a better staff.

This whole issues is stressing me out. I'm exhausted just thinking about it. I'm off to take a nap, so I'll be refreshed to watch the season ending episode of Desperate Housewives.

3 comments:

Dawn said...

I bet you just look so pretty in your bright fuschia poncho. But Penelope, I haven't seen you round for awhile. You're not letting all those devilishly handsome cats turn your head away from your old buddies, are you? I appreciate that a cat of your talent can't spread her favours too widely but a quick smile as we pass in the steet, perhaps? Or should I just be grateful you allow me to admire you!

Crabby McSlacker said...

Naps are the solution to many a household stressor; you're obviously as sensible as you are beautiful.

I'm a mere human, but the more glamorous member of our household recommends a well-timed hairball regurgitation as a way to remind staff members of the importance of performing their duties correctly. (Especially if there is an expensive oriental carpet upon which to stage your performance).

Chairman Mao said...

Wowie, a fuschia poncho! I bet you look really purr-etty in that. I look forward to seein' your picture!

I prob'ly wouldn't mind wearin' a sweater too much, and I don't think my sister Marilyn would, either, but I know my other two sisters, Dorydoo and Brainball would prob'ly shred a sweater into strings, hehehe!