There were themed cocktails - Purrtinis (made of Grey Goose vodka, lychee juice, coconut, white crème de cacao and lemon juice), a Catty Runway for the annual cat fashion show, where “mewdels” from sashayed down the runway in elaborate outfits by "Meow Wear" http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/gallery/2010/aug/13/algonquin-hotel-cat-party#/?picture=365710688&index=0, while Cat therapists provided Feline Reiki. Heaven, darrrrrrling!
I was bristling with snubbed feline fury....and then I saw the pictures of the event.....OH DEAR DEAR DEAR!
Clockwise from the left pic - Elvis (who was supposed to have died 33 years ago to the day) is alive and well - thank you very muuuuch! Pic #2 - Just call me Claw-o-patra, Queen of Egypt daaaaarrrrling!
Pic #3 - Gay Dear?...Me Dear? How Veryyyy Dare You! Now I'm off to find the Native American, the Cop, the Cowboy, The Construction Worker and the Soldier!
And finally...... this one (left) sent shivers up my spine as I had flashbacks to the Christmas that my male owner thought it would be cute to "dress" me in a "Red-Christmas-Sparkly-Bow" and bring me to work to parade me shamelessly to the office! {To those of you who said "How cute!" (yes, you know who you are!) I know where to find you, be afraid, be very afraid!}
I have not been so mortified since the Vet picked me up as a kitten, lifted my tail and exclaimed at the top of his voice "Yes, this one's a boy!"
So far my female owner has resisted any attempt to dress me up, but I am in need of a new collar and her penchant for pink and sparkles is worrying. She already has two bells on my collar in a feeble attempt to stop me capturing birds and small rodents (mmmmmm taste like chicken) , and when I move I sound like a small herd of Santa's reindeers!
So for now I maintain my self respect and dignity - she continues to think me (sometimes) condescending, stand-offish and demanding - true, and I have many other fine qualities as well!
I was bristling with snubbed feline fury....and then I saw the pictures of the event.....OH DEAR DEAR DEAR!
Clockwise from the left pic - Elvis (who was supposed to have died 33 years ago to the day) is alive and well - thank you very muuuuch! Pic #2 - Just call me Claw-o-patra, Queen of Egypt daaaaarrrrling!
Pic #3 - Gay Dear?...Me Dear? How Veryyyy Dare You! Now I'm off to find the Native American, the Cop, the Cowboy, The Construction Worker and the Soldier!
And finally...... this one (left) sent shivers up my spine as I had flashbacks to the Christmas that my male owner thought it would be cute to "dress" me in a "Red-Christmas-Sparkly-Bow" and bring me to work to parade me shamelessly to the office! {To those of you who said "How cute!" (yes, you know who you are!) I know where to find you, be afraid, be very afraid!}
I have not been so mortified since the Vet picked me up as a kitten, lifted my tail and exclaimed at the top of his voice "Yes, this one's a boy!"
So far my female owner has resisted any attempt to dress me up, but I am in need of a new collar and her penchant for pink and sparkles is worrying. She already has two bells on my collar in a feeble attempt to stop me capturing birds and small rodents (mmmmmm taste like chicken) , and when I move I sound like a small herd of Santa's reindeers!
So for now I maintain my self respect and dignity - she continues to think me (sometimes) condescending, stand-offish and demanding - true, and I have many other fine qualities as well!
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