New Drug

I’ve developed some sort of tolerance to the pattern mixing. Here I am, wearing a loud tartan with a graphic floral and it barely registers when I look in the mirror. I suggested adding my leopard obi, but Beefy said that was too much. I need his counsel since my eyes are numbed.


Beefy picked today’s lead photo. I blame him if I look like I have no neck.
Blouse, Romeo & Juliet Couture. Skirt, Talbots. Belt, Xhilaration. Shoes, Wet Seal. Bracelets, Hot Topic.



Speaking of drugs, I grow catnip, inside a cage, just outside the sunroom. (You can see it in yesterday’s photos, at the lower left.) I snapped off a piece for my kittens this morning.


My blurry, furry babies.