Grandchat

A couple of months ago, the human started watching this show, America’s Next Top Model. You might have heard about it. This group of girls vies to become a top fashion model. At first I wasn’t quite sure what a model was so I asked the human and she told me that a model was someone who wore outfits and was photographed in them. The goal was to get people to buy the clothes. Sometimes people are models for makeup products. She told me that models were supposed to be some of the most beautiful women in the world. Then she started grumbling about being a six foot tall stick figure did not make one beautiful and that some of those models should eat something. Of course she might have just been grumpy because she wants cheesecake.

Anyway, the human says that models can make good money for what is not a mentally taxing job. So I’ve decided to become a supermodel.

As I type this the human is snorting at me. She says that there no such thing as a feline supermodel. Well there has to be a first one and it looks like I’m going to be it.

Check out one of my first shots and tell me what you think. I think the angle might make me look a little hippy.

I’m going to start looking for work as soon as I get up from my nap. I’ve already made plans of what I want to buy with my first paycheck. There’s this fabulous cat condo I’ve had my eye on. I’ve been waiting for the human to buy it, but she keeps saying that money doesn’t grow on trees and if I want it I should save up and buy it. Really! How am I supossed to save up for it when we don’t get an allowance or anything.

I’ll keep you up to date on my future modeling career.

Genevieve