Tabs loved Halloween, as you know. We would get RSVPs to his annual Halloween party six months out, and I kept all of his Halloween treat and beverage recipes, like the following…

Shrimp Catnip Cocktails

Catnip Jello Parfait

Gravy Shooters

Rosie upping her modeling game

While Rosie’s really found her lane as a cat scientist, she’s definitely learned a thing or two about a thing or two, which includes kitty modeling.

I guess that should come as no surprise, considering the company she now heads.

As an academic, that girl sure can study. She watched thousands of hours of footage featuring Tabs at the height of his runway career, picking up pointers and the nuances of kitty supermodeling.

One of Rosie’s PhDs is in biomechanics, which is probably why her muscle control is out of this world. Basically, when you understand the science behind the poses, you can really “next level it.” Or rather, that’s what she tells me when she slow blinks.

As a pet assistant, I normally have to work on Halloween, but I told Rosie I would leave the house/office if she wanted to throw a small get-together this year.

I’ve yet to get an answer.

She goes back and forth. She isn’t the social butterfly Tabs was, but I think she wants to spread her wings… We’ll see.

To be safe, I’m stocking up on fresh catnip anyway. You never know when your cat will pull a last-minute diva move and say, “Meow!” (translation: Let’s throw a party!)

Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,

Karen

Man, this inflation is crazy, isn’t it?

Rosie’s been doing everything she can to help. I can’t say I have much job security, though, because Tabs the Cat Industries, LLC isn’t quite the plus-size kitty modeling powerhouse it once was.

We’re getting by, but it’s tough.

At least Rosie’s trying new things and coming up with new ideas to keep the business relevant, like her collaboration with FASA, the Feline Aeronautics and Space Administration.

We got a lot of good sponsorships from that one.

Yup, that one paid for a lotta chicken, if you know what I mean.

I gotta say, though, things have been tense around the office. Poor Marnie gets the brunt of it, too. Being an intern, she isn’t used to Rosie’s intensity, and it bubbles over every once in a while…

Today Rosie spent five hours exploring the company garden, where she says she does a lot of her best brainstorming work.

That’s funny because Tabs used to say the same thing, except that he coupled gardening with deep-tissue kitty massage…

I mean whatever, right? Tabs was a boss’s boss. He was such a business genius that he could pretty much do whatever he wants.

I guess that’s the cross one bears for greatness.

Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,

Karen

Man, some of the neighbors around here used to have no respect for authority. Everyone knew that Tabs was the head honcho. He was the CFO (Chief Feline Officer), for meowing out loud!

Like the local turkey troupe? They were always monopolizing the corporate salad bar. One day, Tabs wanted to grab a quick bite before he started some intense kitty modeling negotiations with Dior, but he couldn’t because of these guys…

The nerve!

There was a lot of unsanctioned outside activity. Everyone should have known that the so-called golden hour first thing in the morning was when Tabs liked to take his walk, so there shouldn’t have been any unsanctioned horseplay or activity.

This guy even had the unmitigated gall to dig a big hole right next to Tabs!

Can you even imagine? Some gophers are so disrespectful…

Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,

Karen

Rosie should have known better than to trust Marnie with Rosie’s investments.

After all, Marnie doesn’t have any background or credentials or expertise in financial planning.

There was no reason to think Marnie would be able to manage Rosie’s assets, but Rosie wanted to give her a chance.

Oh, well. Bad move on Rosie’s part.

Even someone of Rosie’s intellectual stature screws up sometimes.

Sure, she may understand quantum physics better than any other cat on the planet, but that doesn’t mean she understands compound interest.

Sigh…

Now Rosie has to think of a way of to recoup all those losses. Hmm… What could she invent?

I’m sure she’ll think of something.

Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,

Karen

This time of year, Tabs was always pretty stoked about showing off his summer bod, which as you know, was curvy, Rubenesque and voluptuous.

With this being the official weekend of the summer solstice, this morning I asked Rosie if she had any big plans for summer, and she just stared at me blankly and meowed something under her breath that sounded like “science waits for no one.”

I took that as a “no.”

Marnie’s sure been enjoying these longer summer days. In fact, she insists on waking me up at the crack of dawn so that she can go running with me, and by running I mean sprinting circles around me as I shuffle along…

I believe she thinks that I am her sheep.

Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,

Karen