Well, I heard tales of a competition whereby us more talented male cats can compete to win a grand prize. Of course, it isn't in my nature to become over enthused over anything but I felt I had to enter, if only to boast about how wonderful I am. So, here is my entry - peruse at your leisure, dah-ling.
I am entering in the category of evening wear : I am modelling a makeshift satin cloak adorned with a silver marcasite brooch, as well as a Coco Chanel tiara come collar purchased for me by the human slave.
Of course, baby Mao had to get in on the act so I reluctantly agreed to pose for a picture with him. Notice the sculpted profile and perfectly creamy fur. Ignore the ugly stripy stink sitting to the left of me - Mao cannot help the way he looks.
The human slaves are talking of entering Mao into the competition. Ha Ha!!!. I have explained to the slaves that there is no prize for the stinkiest ugliest cat so therefore there is no point in submitting Mao's picture. Stupid, nasally challenged humans! I despair!
I am entering in the category of evening wear : I am modelling a makeshift satin cloak adorned with a silver marcasite brooch, as well as a Coco Chanel tiara come collar purchased for me by the human slave.
Of course, baby Mao had to get in on the act so I reluctantly agreed to pose for a picture with him. Notice the sculpted profile and perfectly creamy fur. Ignore the ugly stripy stink sitting to the left of me - Mao cannot help the way he looks.The human slaves are talking of entering Mao into the competition. Ha Ha!!!. I have explained to the slaves that there is no prize for the stinkiest ugliest cat so therefore there is no point in submitting Mao's picture. Stupid, nasally challenged humans! I despair!
