The blonde and the Mini Cooper
Some people just have a natural born sense of style. My cat Cassie is one of those, though she is not—strictly speaking—a person. She will sit at the top of our stairs in the sunlight, a leafy plant as background, her tail artfully wrapped around her, and I will marvel at her beauty. My sister calls it "posing," and the description fits. Cassie does pose, and she poses beautifully. I'm convinced she chooses her posing places carefully, so as to show herself in the best light.
And so does the cute blonde I see most mornings, always dressed stylishly. She parks her dark green Mini Cooper on our street every day. She does not use the nearby employee parking lot. She does not choose a parking spot in front of the beige house, the gray house, the brick house, the house with the overgrown yard. No, she parks her dark green Mini Cooper in front of the beautiful white Victorian house with the dark green and maroon trim, where it looks simply fabulous. The car and the house coordinate, making it look as though the Mini Cooper is part of the design. It's amazing. I look out my front window and can't help but admire her sense of style. Like Cassie, she knows what's going to look good.
I can't help but admire that in a person. Or, well, in a cat.






