Diana & me

First of all, I have to say that if Mama G is going to pull this kind of stunt, she really needs to invest in Photoshop. Sometimes cut-and-paste just doesn’t cut it! Maybe I need to find a new publicist. I sure do look dashing in uniform, though, don’t I?

Anyway, the point of today’s post is to tell you about how I feel a certain kinship with the late Princess Diana, even though I never had the pleasure of meeting her.  Like Diana, I am constantly hounded by paparazzi! Well, actually I am mostly hounded by a single photographer, which would be paparazzo, but that just sounds too weird for my ears.

So yesterday, for example, there I was, lounging in my favorite chair, when Mama G suddenly appeared, camera in hand, and stuck a freshly sliced lemon right in my face! I mean, c’mon! And it didn’t stop there. I fled to the basement, where in a little while Mama G, the camera and the lemon all reappeared in my field of vision, apparently because she didn’t get the results she was hoping for the first time.

This scene repeated itself a third time, upstairs in the window, where Mama G, while still not exactly satisfied, finally gave up. Jeez, you’d think she’d know by now that I’m a cat, and I’ll do what I want!

I know she’s just trying to help me here, but sometimes a guy just wants some peace and anonymity. I can only imagine how difficult it was for Diana.