I know you had a little surgery this week.
Hope you’re feeling better.
Let me know if you need me to spring you from that cone of shame.
I have been away all week at a cat show.
It’s great fun, but I’m working really hard.
This is one of those fancy-pants cat shows where they are all poofed up.
I’m the only normal-looking guy here.
We stayed in a hotel for two nights.
That’s always fun, because I get to stay up late and eat junk food.
But it isn’t all fun and games.
I work hard.
It’s my job to greet visitors and show them the paintings.
People can’t resist my tempting stare.
I draw them right in (pun intended).
One young man was showing his fancy-pants cats, but he couldn’t resist me.
He kept coming by to see me.
He was fascinated by the way I would flop over for a belly rub every time he touched me.
During a break, I did a little shopping.
I thought I may want a new bed.
Turns out the shoulder of the nice sales-lady is better than her beds.
There was a photographer there to do portraits of the fancy-pants cats.
He came over and asked if I could do a test shot for a new background he wanted to use.
Of course I obliged….
Does that mean he wanted me to be a guinea pig for the fancy-pants cats?
Or does it mean I am the most handsome cat in the show hall?
I prefer to think the latter.
Shows are fun, but tiring.
You have to forgive a guy who falls asleep on the job once in a while.
Heal well and have a good week, my friend.
The Dapper Gent.
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