I am The D.C.G., The.Diva.Calico.Gen…. How awesome is that name??? Maybe not as out there as The O.A…. The.Original.Angel…. but then I don’t do parallel universes…I am all in to the Here and Now of the Here and Now. Still I got some moves that other Kitty Kats would purr for and I know… When to Hold It, I Know When to Fold It, I Know When to Walk Away and I Know When to Run…..
Now everyone knows my predilection with Glamor and Razzle-Dazzle….the painting of my toe (I mean claw) nails …. I haven’t tried lipstick yet but when I see it in some gob smacking golden fire sparkle shade of rapture (or do I have to invent it myself….again….a Girl’s gotta do, what a Girl’s gotta do), then I’ll be ALL IN.…..
Then there is my teeny tiny diamond studs in my pointy little earlobes (coming soon) and the diamond collar (okay, it will be Zircons….whatever….long as I fool those Yummy Mummies of Oakville…and their pampered but oblivious pets). Lately, after carefully observing those Yummy Mummies, walking their cossetted prodigies with their blinged out collars (and leads), I am thinking….I will have to one up them…how about a little bracelet, to wear just above the paw….on the cuff…made of rainbow crystals that catch every sunbeam, creating a spectrum of shades that blindingly hypnotize any Rubber.Neckers….but that may all be in another Time.And.Dimension so for now…Just the Facts, Ma’am…. Just the Facts, Ma’am….
And the fact is…well… some Kiss the Sky…some Kiss the Blarney Stone…and some Kiss the Fountain of Youth (for a price, paid in this world or the next…randomly chosen by your Internal Wheel of Fate)…and Bad Boy Andy swears that is what has happened to me….we are born the same day, to the same Mama but where he wobbles, I pounce, where his eyes glaze over, mine sparkle and shine, like as he winds down, I wind up.
The Bad Boy says, maybe (mos’ def), I made a Deal With the Devil…which works for today but not so much for the Unknown Parallel Dimensions, coming soon….. Yikes, maybe I am the Red Priestess Melisandre from Game of Thrones …. when I take off my Zircon collar, I will turn into a wizened, old, bald, skin and bones replica of cat corpse….but there is no such thing as hokus-pokus magic spells…right???
Bad Boy Andy must be yanking my chain…I am sure totally…after all, I want to end up in Pet Paradise with our Big Bro Beau-Re-Gard – (RIP), Bad Boy Andy, Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (whenever they’re out of here), even poor Tailess Miss Mao Cat, Kat Manda and all our dear wildlife feral, (Gone but Never Forgotten) ….and of course, my BFF-All-Knowing-Angel-Puppy Jakita…..so just STOP with this stuff that I am doomed to Purgatory for somehow doing something I didn’t even ask for….Just except it and get over it…I’m Special…..maybe a bit shallow….but still Special.
You know me: I won’t hand in my chips….Till I’m seated at the table…There’ll be time enough for remorse’….Once the wheel’s been spun….(Paraphrase The Gambler: Kenny Rogers)
