Sundays With Tabs the Cat, Makeup and Beauty Blog Mascot, Vol. 518
Tabs was feeling spunky on patrol this morning. He walked me further than usual, almost to the end of the circle, and we thoroughly investigated the common area for the first time in weeks.
I think Tabs wanted to make sure Harris wasn’t hiding in any of the spots we didn’t check last week, just to make sure…
And he wasn’t. There were no intruder sightings at all this morning, which was both a relief and a disappointment. A disappointment because Tabs felt particularly fetching in his purple and white sparkly cat collar, but there were no paparazzi around to capture the moment.
In case you’re wondering…the leash is actually more for me than for Tabs. Tabs likes to keep me within 12 feet at all times in case he needs my assistance with something, like drying his paws if he accidentally steps in a puddle.
He used to also make me wear a bell, but I negotiated that out of my contract after my last employee review…
The only time Tabs looked irritated today was when he picked up Harris’ scent around the side deck by the barbecue and meowed something I shouldn’t repeat here…
Let me put it this way: If he’d said it on the radio, there would have been *lots* of bleeping.