Sometimes you walk the catwalk. Sometimes the cat walks you.
A black and white cat just appeared one day at our farmhouse front door. He adopted us. When I moved to a small town, I took Catsu for walks and tried to match his fine fashion-ed suit.
One fine day, I sported this outfit and saved it for all time. I made my super high-waist pants from a vintage striped fabric of red, gold, and green Rasta colors accented with thin stripes of soft sky blue and black; the form-fitted jacket was black with white piping; the tight button vest of sky blue. Shoes were a low black velvet boot, a large vintage umbrella, a headband, John Lennon glasses, and a leash for Catsu.
Catsu! Bless you!
