Musings of a butterscotch stallion

Hey all.

While my owner spent the last few days in Texas consuming bacteria-ridden raw oysters, overly authentic Mexican food (meaning not palatable by Yankees without a toilet nearby) and sausage treats glued to the back of a fridgerator for who knows how long, I passed the while at the lovely Theo Wirth Spa for Kitties.

The Theo Wirth Spa for Kitties is a little old place where kitties can get together. And besides myself, there were three others. Bailey, Oxcar "The Pooh Slinging Rockstar" Wild, and the coy but presentable Carmina. See below.

I neglected to post Miss Mina because the wound is still to fresh, and I'm not ready to make that waddle down Memory Lane.

Anyways, I had the best of time and was very much the pampered kitty. For breakfast I enjoyed omelettes filled with finest Peruvian mice, for lunch I received a full Siamese massage, leaving me then with several hours of uninterrupted repast in which to focus on my budding art skills (see carpet) and also live out several fantasies.

For example, I've always wanted to be a movie star. Here's my now-patented Robert Redford pose. Amazing likeness, yes?

I also have always yearned for the freedom of the pirate life. My new friend Scurvy Bob spent much time with me teaching the subtleties and ways of the wayward sea scavenger. Arrrrh, matey!

Looks like Scurvy Bob got some lessons of his own, har har har!

Lastly, I posed as a fashion model for a posh French avant garde publications. The following is titled, "I spy with my goober eye."

All told I had a very nice time, made a few new friends (and one enemy) and am very thankful to my gracious host for tolerating my various assortment of smells, slimes and bodily waste products.