Thought For The (Mustache) Week

Hi everyone, Katie here.

Thanks for joining me for Mustache Week. It seems almost perfect that I leave you with this deep and contemplative thought...

- American Dairy Council

- And Katie

Mustache Week Day 3

Hi everyone, Katie here.

Thanks for joining me for another day of Mustache Week.

Did you know?

All dolphins are born with a mustache.

It's helps them locate their mothers while nursing.

It sheds after a few days.

I'm sure glad mine hasn't shed. I've got to have SOMETHING to help me find Glogirly.

Mustache Week Day 2

Hi everyone, Katie here.

In case you missed it, it's Mustache Week here at my blog. A whole week of all things MUSTACHE.

Here's just a little more proof that the mustache is making a stylish comeback. These are some of my favorite mustache finds.

A stache of stylish pencils.

Perfect for writing Glogirly's to-do list.

Oui, oui.

Glogirly loves her French posters AND her French toast.

Macbook Mustache. I want one.

Even the sock monkeys are copying my stache.

You could almost say the same about ME.

Different? Debatable.

Cooler? YES.

Mustache Week Day 1

Hi everyone, Katie here.

The Mancats are always getting the attention. Just because they're boys. Or, well...used to be boys. Mancat, Mancat, Mancat. Well I'm a GIRL and proud of it.

AND, I'm a girl with a mustache that is the envy of ALL Mancats.

So I'm devoting my entire week to The Mustache. They are suddenly all the rage. Have you noticed?

Birthday parties with staches on a stick.

Cocktail parties with staches on straws.

Mustaches are a girls best friend.

Just look at Facebook...

EVERYONE is adding one to their profile pic.

Well I'm here to tell you it all started with me...

Me and my girly stache.

Thought For The Week

Hi everyone, Katie here.

My kitty mo-phine is nearly gone but I'm feeling kitty-fine. I'm closing out the week with a thought on V-E-T's that I'm certain you will all relate to.

"Ignore the smile and sing-song voice.

If they are wearing latex gloves and a protective suit,

they are NOT to be trusted."

- Katie

The gloves alone are red flag.

Caption Caper @ The Vet

Hi everyone, Katie here.

While at the V-E-T over the weekend, I had the pleasure of letting my true personality shine through. Naturally this has influenced my photo pick for today's Caption Caper.

Let's Play!

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EXTRA! EXTRA! Limpathy Update

Hi Everyone, Katie here.

This just in.

I'm fine! There's nothing wrong with me!

Except for my so called "hostile" demeanor at the V-E-T. First they tag me with "Cantankerous" (after the ribbon incident) and now "Hostile." They've apparently got a whole KATIE PROTOCOL to follow now when they know I'm coming in. I'm a regular celebrity.

My leg is still a little limpy, but it seems to be getting better now that I'm sipping my mo-phine cocktails.

The local (crackpot) V-E-T sent my xrays (the ones I made them really work for) to the University of Minnesota. One of their disc jockey's, I mean radiologists, looked at it and said I was perfect. Well actually they said there was nothing remarkable. They probably didn't realize it was MY xray. Because if I am ANYTHING, I am REMARKABLE.

Ok, this is not really me.

Showing you my real xray would be

like letting you see me naked.

I'm shy.

They looked at my elbows, my feet, my legs and shoulders. They even looked at my heart and lungs. They said my heart was good.

HA! SEE Mister V-E-T!

I don't have a tiny, cold, crusty heart.

I am NOT the beast you make me out to be.

And they said my lungs were good. Well I could have told them that. I put them to VERY good use at the V-E-T on Saturday.

Bottom line - I'm fine.

A little limpathy never hurt anyone.

Protecting The Innocent

Hi everyone, Katie here.

No news yet on my Limpathy leg diagnosis.

While I wait for an update from the crackpot vets, I can't help but think of the innocent victims I witnessed during my ordeal last weekend at the V-E-T.

Names and identities have been changed to protect the innocent.

Dolly knew the V-E-T was not to be trusted.

But in her wildest dreams she never

expected THIS nightmare.

Muffin: "You want a piece of me?"

Eunice: "Ewwww. Smells like VET."

I'll keep you apprised of my condition. Meanwhile I'm going to enjoy a hit of mo-phine and a nice nap.

Limpathy

Hi everyone, Katie here.

Well NOW I've done it.

If you've been following me for the past few weeks, you may know that Gloman was recently using crutches. He's fine, don't worry, this is all about ME.

So being the empathetic cat that I am, I started to limp. Ever so slightly. Just to make Gloman feel better mind you. He was limping, so I started limping. I didn't want him to feel bad. So I did what I had to do because I'm so empathetic.

Next thing I know I'm being RIPPED from beneath my warm covers and STUFFED into my plaid carrier.

It was SATURDAY. Totally uncalled for. So I endure the torturous ride and end up at the V-E-T. Great. Just great.

Upon arrival at V-E-T

(Pre-Meltdown)

Long story short, I had a tiny little meltdown in the exam room and before I knew it there were two vet techs wearing those falcon handling gloves and one more yelling "LOOK OUT, you're going to get BIT!"

Then one says, "yeah, I read about Katie in her file. She REALLY doesn't like coming here."

I'm thinking, "NO SH!T, Sherlock. How did you figure THAT out?"

So they took an x-ray (I made them work for it,) I peed all over them and they sent me packing with some kitty mo-phine.

Katie-Mo-Phine

I guess they're sending my x-ray to the University of Minnesota so some people who actually KNOW what they are doing can decide if there is anything wrong with my leg.

Limpathy I tell you. It was just limpathy.

Fashion Week Day 5

Hi everyone, Katie here.

It's been a stylish and savvy week here at the townhouse. Thanks so much for joining me for Fashion Week. I leave you with a simple but important thought from another fashion great.

"When in doubt, wear red."

- Bill Blass

"...or at least surround yourself with it."

- Katie

Fashion Week Day 4

Hi everyone, Katie here.

My blogging friends have touched my little cat heart. After yesterday's post, many of you remarked at my beauty. That last photo montage of beauty shots must have really done it for you. So I'm thinking of becoming a supermodel. I'm a cat, so I've definitely got the ego thing covered.

First up, I'm going to need a headshot.

Next, I'll need an agent.

All the good ones wear huge glasses.

Representation will be critical when all the magazine cover offers start pouring in. I'll need to assemble my "people." You know...make up artists, hair stylists, nail technicians, massage therapists, fitness trainers, my personal chef... When I mew, I want salmon, STAT.

Get ready for Cosmo Cat.

Glogirly can carry me around in my Louis Vuitton on one arm

and fend off the pawparazzi with the other.

Note to self: Check on the availability the Louis Vuitton traveler's litter box. I'd hate to be seen with some horrible Rubbermaid thing.