This time at the show, I was asked by a number of women what exactly does it take to become a Cat Daddy Kitten. He looks like such a 'fraidy cat...seems like an easy task to accomplish...right?
First of all...he requires a leash...or as I like to call it a choke rope! He's easily distracted by a pretty face and a smile. The rope is my little reminder of who provides the cream in his coffee...just in case he gets confused and starts thinking he's an alley cat!
Second...an application must be submitted...in triplicate...black ink only...to the acceptance committee which...Hmmm...by coinky-dinky, just happens to be headed up by none other than...
As a matter of public record, I happen to be the only one on the committee...so to get to the Big Cat...you gotta get past the Lion Tamer.
Q: What do you call a bad lion tamer?
A: Claude Bottom!
Ba-dump, dump, tish!
In the interest of full disclosure...I should also add...I AM open to bribery! (Hint: I can be bought with Mexican Wedding cookies!)
Thirdly...you gotta be willing to show him your stuff. He loves nothing better than looking at junk ('course I was talkin' 'bout junk...what else would "stuff" be?) photos...so if you got 'em...flaunt 'em! Junk is the man's catnip...well that and chili dogs!
If you ain't got photos...then be prepared to walk on the wild side and strut your stuff. The man has an ego as big as Texas and a trailer to match. He thinks he's the best picker this side of the Pecos and if you agree with him AND buy some of his
crap boots...you are a shoe-in for sure!
(I love this photo David...but we really need to work on a new pose for the MAN!)
See that smile? That's the biggest happy face I've ever seen him wear and you wanna know the reason behind it?
This savvy shopper made the cut by buying his KISS boots or as she renamed them...The Lady Gaga Boots! I kid you not...besides...y'all know I can't make this stuff up! She and her friends were a hoot and a half. Unfortunately I didn't get her name, but it should be up in lights. She bought the LGB's to wear to a Tacky Ball in Dallas and get this...was planning her entire ensemble around these boots.
That's what it takes ladies. Feats...or should I say FEETS...of daring to not only put those bad boys on and try walking in 'em,
to actually appear in public while sporting 'em!
(Darlin'...I take my bracelets off to ya! You're more woman than me and if you happen to take photos of that ball...send me a dozen 8x10 glossies! Loved you and your friends...y'all are my people!!!)
(Need a little help y'all 'cause at this rate...he's gonna wear that fool arm out!)
If any of you gals that came to Zapp have money shots to rival those of the boots...send 'em to me. I'll see to it you are immortalized forever in the Kitten House Hall of Fame.
(Seriously...if you've got photos with the man...e-mail me. I would love to showcase you and your claim to fame!)
Photo #1 courtesy of Lisa
Photo #2 courtesy of Cassie
Photos #3 & #5 courtesy of David (who has tons of photos of the show on his blog and should be Zapp's official show photographer. I'm just saying!)
Photos #4, #6 & #7 courtesy of Robelyn
BTW...I took a camera, but as far as me taking any photos...
who's kidding who?
In the words of the immortal Blanche DuBois...
"I have always depended on the kindness of