Unbeknownst to me, my cat has started flirting with a cat who lives down the street. Oh don't worry -- the vet took care of that little issue years ago. But still, Her Royal Highness does enjoy attracting male attention from time to time. And on Saturday night, HRH had a Hot Date.
Well, of course, she had to get all gussied up for it. First, a nice pedicure . . .
. . . and then it was off to the beauty salon . . .
. . . for a wash and set . . .
. . . and a professional comb-out (what, my brushing isn't good enough anymore?)
But I must admit, the results were stunning.
Promptly at the appointed hour on Saturday evening, there was a yowling and a scratching at the front door and . . . there he was! HRH's Hot Date!
[Like any good soap opera, to be continued . . . .]