I’m too sexy for my fur, too sexy for my fur. So sexy it hurts.
And I’m too sexy for Milan. New York and Japan
I’m a model, you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
So here is the deal. All cats (and humans too I guess) have to have that one thing they look forward to all day. For me, it’s the cat walk. Every night when our Human comes home, Ally, acting as my lookout, waits quietly by the door, and as soon as that door barely opens, that little black cat runs out into the hallway of the building. The human sighs, steps in and slides a book by Sophie Kinsella over to keep the door open (See, chick-lit does have a purpose!). As she puts down her things, I come out from the bedroom and jump over that book and in to the hall. That cat walk is on!
Ally immediately goes to the end of the hall, directly to her favorite spot. There she starts rolling around.
Do you see her little tail there. Weirdo.
I, on the other hand, have higher aspirations. I have some strolling to do…
The when I find just the right place…. some head sliding…
Some wall walking…
What do you mean by “Stop That?”
Now I have no choice but to go bother Ally…
She has no choice than to run back into the apartment. I disagree with that, and I keep walking back and forth outsmarting the human with my wit and charisma, until she can finally reach me and she carries me back into the apartment. The cat walk is over.
By the way.. this is on our door. Do you think she is trying to tell Ally something?
Here’s a wider shot that includes our apartment number. It seems to mean something a little ominous, doesn’t it?
Oh well! Hopefully we will make it through Halloween alive! Have a happy and safe and Awesome Halloween everyone!