The Foofy

So anyway, back to the super embarrassing phase of my life history…

I was no longer sure of my place in the world.

She took pictures of me in compromising positions.

I’d prefer to pretend this whole phase never happened, but my personal assistant says it’s part of everyone’s life, that humans call it “being a teenager,” and that my blog followers will “enjoy” these photos.  Sometimes I am dubious about her motives.

Ugh so sometimes my personal assistant makes me get these horribly embarrassing haircuts.  She says they’re “lion cuts.”  Do I look like a lion to you?  No.  No, I look like a poodle.  

They also make me rather cold.  As revenge, I insist on sleeping under the covers, in the very center of my personal assistant’s bed, preferably hampering her legs so that she can’t turn over.

From the original Lolcat photoshoot.  BTW, I was not trying to get “my furs” on that Anthropologie rug.  I was merely finding a nice place to pose in a fashionable setting.  The rug was much more attractive than that hideous carpet.

Mmmmmrrrrrraaarrrruugh.

Shakespeare: The perfect place to rest one’s chin.