"As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat."
--Ellen Perry Berkeley
Ain't that the truth. Now past, Prissy will always be, by far, the most inconvenient, self-proclaimed, independent, meanest, loveliest, most beautiful, most precious, smartest, and sweetest cat anyone could ever not own. Prissy had more power over me than these Charlotte Russe leopard print platform heels, which I scored on Black Friday during the 25% off sale. I've been hunting these down like Prissy would mice--like a crazy feline watching, lurking, preparing, and pouncing with claws extended and fangs bared. Almost literally. Except, very unlike Prissy, I always came up empty-handed--or empty-mouthed, in her case. It would have been easier if she came up to me with these ever allusive boots in her mouth rather than the occasional squirming mouse (for whom I always appreciated but felt so sorry). However, it's the thought that counts. And I cannot count the number of thoughts I have of her. Most are of times she woke me up in the middle of the night to play, or sat on my papers, preventing me from doing work and forcing me to pay her attention. Always.
Prissy would be proud of my laying my paws on these amazingly comfy big cat-inspired heels. I'm wearing a thrifted eylet poncho over a long-sleeve. My Wet Seal scarf is actually a separate piece and is extremely long. Tip: for an easy remix for any lengthy scarf, simply tie the ends together and wrap it around your neck. My recently thrifted hat is my new favorite, sitting on the back of my head like a charm. Surrounding my paling face with overpowering black pieces prompted my donning red lipstick (once again). I matched it with my slightly hidden red thrifted belt that subtly gave more shape to my body. Wearing leggings with a loose top balances proportions and avoids drowning. Since the outfit is slightly minimalistic, I put my kitty heels on as a main accent piece, piled on thick rings, and slung over a new Decree satchel pouch. One thing I've learned besides catching mice: own your look and let no one own you. It's crazy, but my cat couldn't be a better role model for confidence and elegance. She walked with a purpose--even if that purpose was to take a catnap in the sun. Naomi Campbell didn't invent the fierce walk, though she made it famous. Did you ever wonder why they called it a catwalk? Curiosity did not kill the cat. It gave her life. And she owned it.