(Not So) Wordless Wednesday

Steve MUST go. He’s a no-good, two-timing, double-crossing miscreant. I knew it the day I met him. I saw right through him and his “dumb” act. He may have everyone else snowed – especially Carol – but I KNOW. I’m onto him. And his stealing MY commercial right out from under me is the last straw. 

Ever since the letter from Eli Lilly came wanting to use him [and NOT me!] in their advertisements, he’s been strutting around the house making everyone poke his abs to see how hard they are. Flaunting his treachery without even a hint of shame. How dare he!

The show must [unfortunately] go on

As I write, Ethel’s “show” is only hours away. Thank goodness. My ears can’t stand much more. I hope she gets a good turnout or life in this house is NOT going to be pretty.

One of Ethel’s “fans” sent her this t-shirt and she refuses to take it off.

Ethel’s also decided that she needs a band. So I spent the weekend helping her write a Craigslist ad and interviewing potential band members via Skype.

Move over Beyonce…

Hello, my name is Ethel. I’m sure you recognize me from my debut this week on Katzenworld. Well, that wasn’t actually my debut. In my youth, I was a bit of a model. Carol’s going to put a few of my photographs on the internets for you to see.

Uploaded by Carol

My family refuses to acknowledge my star qualities, so it was refreshing to receive recognition from a venerated feline site like Katzenworld. When I heard that I was going to appear on their TRT, I knew this was the opportunity I’d been waiting for my whole life. This time no one – especially not my scoundrel of a brother Steve – can stand in my way!

I was born to sing. In fact, Little Mom adopted me when I was eight weeks old because she loved my voice. Whenever we have visitors they are always entranced by my vocal abilities. So why no one in my family accepts my talent is baffling. But I’m a strong, independent cat and will forge my own path to stardom.

Almost (but not) Famous.

Recently my sister Ethel was featured on Katzenworld’s Tummy Rub Tuesday, and since then she’s been insufferable. (She’s hard enough to deal with most days – and not just because my pathetic brother Steve enjoys aggravating her.) When I received the notification that Eggnog’s post about Ethel was being highlighted on Katzenworld, I worried that we would face the wrath of Ethel because the photo of her was so unflattering.

But Ethel could have cared less – all she saw was a chance at bright lights and the big city, whatever that means. She kicked Violet off of the best cat bed and thinks the paparazzi are going to descend on our house any minute. We live in Paris… Kentucky! There’s no reasoning with her, though. She considers this her opportunity to have the singing career she thinks she deserves. (Steve just looked over my shoulder and said that if Ethel ever becomes famous, then he “deserves” to have his Plenty of Felines profile put on a billboard to let every cat out there see what a catch he is. Ugh…)

So, Ethel’s back to pestering me about using my blog to pursue her singing aspirations.