As I was watching his royal cuteness (my cat Jamie) being so damn happy that I chopped off his beautifully long, shiny bushy hair that's been making him miserable in this tropical heat, I began to wonder whether vanity is a trait exclusively present in humans.
You see, when someone points out to me that I am vain, it's like them breaking the news to me that the sun rises in the east. Basing their statement on the observation that I like clothes and ear rings however, is rather shortsighted.
If these people only knew that when I fall down a flight of stairs, I can't even assess if I am hurt before I ascertain that there's no permanent damage done to my face and other visible areas..... if these people actually knew, that while falling, I am able to quickly figure out the best way to land in order to protect my face AND my clothes...
You see, I am looking at this cute bundle of joy called Jamie, jumping about wearing his new -- and may I add, incredibly ugly -- hairdo (the best I was able to fashion using Geoff's hair clippers), and I find myself thinking about that car salesman many years ago, who thought that his "4.6L, V-8 engine producing 320 horse power" talk had anything to do with me buying that white Mustang convertible. Believe me when I say that I don't have an earthly idea what all of that even means. No Sir. The horrid truth is that I was sold on the car the moment my friend, Ken said that I'd look great against the camel leather interior. Now, that, my friend, is what I call vanity.
See, I wonder if Jamie would still be happy with his Sid Vicious hair cut if he was a girl cat.
Well, be that as it may, thanks for reading, everyone, and drive safely with that skinny latte in one hand the water-proof mascara in the other.
Until next time.