Tabby Targaryen, the first of his name… you know, I’ve often wondered how my Tabby Boy got started. He was such a wonderful animal, such a unique creation under the stars.
I know a little. Like, I know he was a stray at one time, because a nice lady in our old neighborhood once told me that she found him one day. He said that he was still a small kitten at that time. She was leaving bowls of food in her backyard for neighborhood vagabonds, and one day this little tabby was walking towards food with a brush. He was a little spoiled to wear, wearing a tight collar that he clearly outgrew.
He removed the collar, gave him a one over, and let him fill his stomach. He kept coming around after that, and it didn’t take him long to realize that he was a special man with a special personality.
A few months, or maybe a year, and Tabs, who was still a fawn at the time, started wooing women and breaking hearts (like me!).
We eventually became friends, but not before he had already made a name for himself. Yep, before Tabs ever walked the runway, he had already won the kitty Super Bowl. In fact, he had already retired from professional cat football.
Football was his first career, and this was where he was introduced to big business and brand marketing.
By the time I came into her life, Tabs was already a successful kitty model specializing in athletic apparel and catalog work.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Rosie’s origin story was, let’s just say… less dramatic, though not entirely devoid of intrigue.
I don’t know much about it, but I do know that she was a boss lady in her foster family home, especially when it came to family dogs, and it means a lot to me how she acts. out.
I mean, there are two different personalities in Rosie Pose. Inside the house, she screams, but outside when we go for her walk? He is a tyrant! Whenever she catches the scent of another cat, she growls, hisses and opens her paws.
She does all the business outside.
That cat doesn’t make a mess.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,