I’ve been planning what my mistress should wear this week over the week-end. My method is to choose what I like to see her in then find a way to lay upon everything else, leaving as many of my lovely cathairs as possible upon them. It has to be done secretly and at the last moment so that she has no option but to wear what I’ve chosen for her. Purrrrrr. It’s a fine, cat-like activity.
In between this activity (which can be quite vigorous and tiring) I looked at some photos of the last expedition we made to the grocery store, myself with my mistress and several of her people-friends. They took me along as naturally! they value my opinions about food. They need my advice as what to buy.
I must tell you those girls can spend just too much time in front of the purple cauliflowers musing about what it is and how to use it. Stuff and nonsense. Nobody needs a purple cauliflower and I tell them so. Meow.
Sadly, you can not see me . . . for the photographer did not know how to aim his camera at a real star. But I am there, down close to the floor. That market did have very clean floors – I only had to stop once for a good washing-up the whole time.
You may notice that nobody looks too happy. It wasn’t the cause of the market! That market was wonderful- they were offering little bites of ham at the deli! Sadly though we’d stopped at Burger King on the way and the guy at the window must have had a bad case of passive-aggression for he refused to give us more than one ketchup packet each and surely you realize the bad karma that spreads. I feel deeply sad even now, thinking of it! Mew. Mew.
Back to work here – there are more clothes to be sorted and I am the only one with the cat-hairs to lay upon them.
Vogue Paris October 2007 Le Gout de Robes photographed by Steven Klein Credit: thefashionspot.com