I was devastated when my morning photo shoot with the new cat, Lucy, produced a bunch of blurry shots of her whipping off her antlers faster than she could scream, “Quick! Somebody call L.A. County Kitty Services — this woman is N-U-T-S!”
As I pried the “HELP ME” sign out of Lucy’s desperate paws, I spotted Marcy lounging on the chair and thought, “Why not?” without much hope. People, she did not so much as blink when I strapped that humiliating holiday headwear around her chin. She was all, “Here. Let me show the new girl how it’s done.” And she SO did.
Sibling competition — I am totally going to exploit that to my advantage. “Hey, Skye! I bet you can make mommy a martini better than the baby can!” BWA-HA-HA.