Prom-ises! Prom-ises!

Helloooo my friends! I am so glad you stopped by to read my tale of the week! This week I have a tale about my fun experience at a high school prom! You know that anything that involves getting gussied up and going to a party is going to be a hoot!
My dear friend, Briana, was asked by school officials to extend to me an invitation to be one of the chaperones for the prom. Before Briana could even get the words out of her mouth I said “YES!” I just love hanging out with young people, so this was going to be a blast…er, I mean I would be honored to help supervise the bright young minds of Grays Creek HS.



This occasion would require some serious shopping! The dress I wore to the royal wedding was too formal for a prom, plus I needed something more youthful and hip looking. I figured Briana would be able to help me find the perfect dress, so we headed out together.
The hard thing about dress shopping is that it’s hard to pick a dress when they ALL look so good on you. I think that was more Briana’s problem than mine! Since dresses are not made with cats in mind, there are many alterations to be made to make a dress look fabulous on me. Fortunately, it didn’t take long before both Briana and I found the purrfect dresses!



The store had accessories as well, so I was able to complete my ensemble! I am partial to purple and pink, so the colors were just what I was looking for. I was surprised that the dress fit me exactly how I wanted it to and needed no alterations what so ever! Briana decided on her dress and shoes as well, so we were a step closer to being the belles of the ball!
The morning of the prom soon arrived and the next project was hair. In my case a good bath and fluff was all I needed, but Briana’s hair was a bit of a project. She wanted to look special, so a jazzy ‘do was in order. I borrowed my Mom’s blow dryer, and assorted sizes of curling irons and headed to Briana’s house. After a thorough washing and conditioning, it was time to create. As I learned from my human Mom, hairspray is the key. Every time I created a perfect curl I sprayed that sucker good!



I may have gone a bit overboard, because after a while I began to stick to the floor. Ooops! I made sure to wipe down the floor before I went home to get dressed!
My friend and fellow fashionista, Icy, was going to accompany me. She came over my house to get dressed. Once we were all begowned and behatted we wrapped ourselves in our fabulous boas and beckoned to Tristan to drive us to Briana’s house. I believe he rolled his eyes at us!
Jessica was already at Briana’s when we arrived. After we finished squealing and jumping up and down, I introduced Icy to Briana and Jessica. We talked one on top of the other complimenting each other on our dresses and accessories. Briana’s Mom snapped a quick picture before we headed out.



We were going to stop at the park to take some pictures in front of the fountain before heading to the prom venue. A fountain? On such a hot day, the fountain would be quite refreshing! Icy and I wouldn’t be able to stay long since I was a chaperone and needed to be there when the first students arrived.
It was very nice, though very hot, in the park. Us girls had fun vamping for the camera!



While Briana, Jessica and their dates continued the photo session, Icy and I explored the park. We had to be careful not to catch our dresses on anything, so climbing trees was out of the question. We tried to find some shade to keep cool, but it was even hot in the shade. We figured it would be cooler without our dresses so we slipped them and our boas off. That was a little better. Perhaps if we dangled our kitty paws in the fountain it would help – and it did! Then I had a great idea. I trotted back to Tristan’s car (he was our chauffeur for the day) and took a bag out of the trunk. Icy’s eyes lit up when she saw what was in the bag.



I think we scared Briana when we popped up behind her! Paddling about in the water in the fountain cooled us off completely - and it was a lot of fun! One should always keep a scuba mask and snorkel in one’s trunk!
Luckily we had some towels in the trunk to dry us off so we could re-fabulize ourselves. Once we were back in our jazzy attire we were ready to head to the school to perform the very important duty of chaperones.
The principal greeted us and thanked us for our help. He told us that even though we were there to keep an eye on the young men and women, we should also take some time to relax and have fun. Well, okay…if he insists!
I had done some tippy tapping to see what exactly went on at a prom. One of the more interesting traditions is something called spiking the punch. Icy and I wanted to be a part of the fun, so we had asked Tristan stop at a convenience store and pick up something with which we thought it would be fun to spike the punch. When no one was looking I took out the carton and poured while Icy stirred to mix it in. We laughed at our sneakiness - this was fun!



One by one the thirsty prom goers would come up and ladle up a glass of punch. They would sip it, then make a funny face and either put the glass down and walk away, or gulp it all down. Icy and I would just watch and yowl every time someone made a face. Weren’t we the naughty kitties?!?!?!?!?
All the young people were well behaved, so there wasn’t much chaperoning to do. The principal told us we didn’t have to stay the whole time if we didn’t want to. Why would we want to leave when the party was just getting going? Now that we were free of our duties, we could let loose. The first good dance song that came on sent Icy and I bopping to the dance floor. Woooohoooo! Let the dancing begin!!!!!!



Icy and I stayed on the dance floor for the remainder of the night. As it got late and the young people started to head out, Icy and I collapsed on an empty table!



It had been a long day and we had not taken our requisite number of cat naps. We were just worn out and our little paws were aching from all the dancing. Tristan came in and told us that Briana had called him to tell him that we needed someone to carry us to the car and drive us home. He gently laid one of us on each of his shoulders and carried us out. I waved goodbye to the last of the prom goers and then promptly fell asleep. I don’t even remember Tristan putting me in the car!
I slept all through the night and late into the morning. It’s tough trying to keep up with teenagers – they’re just bundles of energy! I took it easy for the next couple of days and tried to stay off my aching paws as much as possible. It was worth it though, Icy and I had such a good time!
Have a wonderful week and congratulations to all the graduates and their families! You should be very proud!

Love & kitty kisses,
Josie

Catwood II

Greetings fellow creatures! Has it been a week already since I last posted a new adventure? Time flies – now if my paws would only fly over the computer keys faster, I might catch up a bit!
There has been so much going on that I hadn’t had the chance to tell you about the always fun and exciting Catwood Festival we have every April here in Fayetteville, NC. This was my second time attending this wonderful event, but I was determined to keep a lower profile than last year when I ended up on stage with Joe Nichols.
By now, most people in town recognize me, so I spend a lot of time greeting my public and signing autographs. I thought if I had some friends with me, others wouldn’t be as inclined to interrupt me to say hello. I thought a fun time like this would be a great way to get to know my newest friends, Hattie and Mimsy. We arranged to meet at the BobFM table in Festival Park to start our day of fun and frivolity.
Hattie and Mimsy were right on time! I was struck by how beautiful they were – and very different from me!!! I almost forgot that Mimsy was blind -she trotted along so nicely next to Hattie. I pointed out the “Bob” logo and explained that my Dad worked for them.



Bob FM plays really cool music, so we stayed by the station vehicle for a little bit and danced to a few tunes. Mimsy was quite the dancer!
My human brother had driven us to the event and then gone off to meet up with some friends. As we headed out into the crowd, Mimsy tucked between Hattie and I, we came upon the happy group near the walkway of food! We posed for a picture then he headed out to see what fun we could get into!


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Mimsy was very good at picking up on smells and could tell us what food a vendor was selling before we had time to find the menu board. As we walked along pointing out the different food vendors to each other, we came upon a giant horse. Well, what else is one to do when one meets a giant horse, but climb on it!



There was plenty of room for all of us on the horse so we had fun sitting together way up high. We made clip clop noises and pretended we were riding in the middle of the festival goers. I bet it would be a great way to get through the sea of people easily. Everyone would get out of the way of a Giant Clydesdale!
After we had a nice long “ride” we headed back out into the crowd. Tristan had told us about a cranberry exhibit at the end of the food court – one of my favorite colors! I imagined a display of fabulous cranberry colored hats and scarves and boas and shoes. I was giddy with anticipation. Hattie told me she didn’t think it was that kind of exhibit, but rather an exhibit about the fruit. When I saw the giant bottle of cranberry juice towering high over the festival, I knew Hattie was right. Bummer.
There was a cool looking vat of water with cranberries floating in it sitting out for the public to touch. Evidently the cranberries grow in water. Since it was such a hot day, we thought we would feel the cranberries with our whole bodies rather than just our little paws. We helped Mimsy into the pool and she giggled when she felt the cranberries tapping against her legs. As Hattie and I settled in, we began to giggle also. The cranberries bumping into us felt funny. Soon the giggling turned in to outright laughter which turned in to guffaws… we were asked to get out of the cranberry vat. If you ever wondered how to get thrown out of a vat of cranberries, now you know…



As we gave ourselves a good shake to get all the excess water off of us, I noticed some rides like they have at a carnival down the street a while back. I asked the girls if they were up for a roller coaster ride and they were quick to say yes! Fortunately, I had Mom’s magic plastic card under my hat, so I was able to buy ride tickets for all of us.
Hattie and Mimsy had never been on a roller coaster before so we watched it a few minutes before they were steeled enough to give it a whirl. We bought our tickets and headed for the ride.
We were the only ones on it, so we each took our own car. Mimsy wanted to sit with her kitty butt on the floor and her hands on the seat. Seemed odd at the time, but once we were going I was wishing I had opted for that position too! As the rollercoaster picked up speed, I began to yowl. On the first dip down, both Hattie and I were yowling.



By the time we took the final big (to us anyway!) dip down we were all yowling. I was afraid Hattie and Mimsy hadn’t liked the ride, but as soon as our paws touched the pavement they were squealing “Again! Again!” We rode it a couple more times – until we ran out of tickets. I was disappointed that we hadn’t gone on the Ferris wheel – I like going high up into the air.
I decided that I really wanted to take my friends on the Ferris wheel, so we gave Mom’s magic plastic card another run through the card reader and bought more tickets. We headed to the Ferris wheel and helped Mimsy into her own car and then Hattie and I climbed aboard.



We rose high in the air then came rolling back down – wheeee! We’d wave to each other as we rolled up and down. We would call to Mimsy who would smile and wave. By the time the Ferris wheel stopped we had had enough of all the ups and downs of the rides and decided to stick to keeping our paws firmly planted on the ground. We headed back to Festival Park to see what was going on at the main stage.
It was still early and the opening act hadn’t even come on yet. We heard music coming from the stage. We walked toward the front, and the closer we came to the stage the more I was convinced that Everclear was playing!!!! As we arrived at the very front of the stage I could see that it definitely was them!!!! They were dressed very casually and were playing in a rather laid back fashion. They seemed to be testing the microphones and instruments. Lead singer Art Alexakis mentioned they were doing a sound check. Perhaps I could help, I thought.
I promised my family that I would keep a low profile this year. Mom had lectured to me that she did not want to see me on the stage performing with the headlining act during the main concert at night. Well, it was far from nighttime and they weren’t officially performing, so I rationalized that it would be okay if I jumped on stage and joined in on a song.
I lead Hattie and Mimsy up the backstage steps and we trotted out to the front of the stage next to Art. I called to him to play my favorite Everclear song “I Will Buy You a New Life.” Art smiled and patted me on the head and the band launched into it. I grabbed a microphone and started singing along. I would look back at Hattie and Mimsy from time to time and they were bopping along to the music – they seemed to be really enjoying it! Or so I thought!!! When I looked at the picture my brother took, I noticed that Mimsy seems to be covering her ears and Hattie looks less than pleased.



Being the good friends that they are, when I was finished they applauded wildly and complimented me on my singing abilities. Art thanked me for my lovely vocals and invited us back stage before the show. That sounded like fun, so we agreed to meet them backstage in and hour.
My Mom and brother already had backstage passes from Bob FM, so the whole group of us met up with the band and had our picture taken with them.



Art was kind enough to invite me to come up on stage later to sing a number or two, but I declined, opting to enjoy the concert in the crowd with my friends.
By the time the concert was over it was very late, and we happy to climb into my brother’s car for the ride home. None of us remembered the ride, and Tristan had to wake us up when we arrived at our house. Hattie and Mimsy were staying over , so we went inside and settled into our beds. While normally there would be junk food, cat movies and pillow fights, we were too tired for any of those things and drifted off to sleep immediately!
I can’t believe another Catwood Festival has come and gone. While it’s official name is still Dogwood Festival, I figure if enough people start calling it the Catwood Festival, that the name will have to be changed by popular demand…..hey, it could happen!
Have a great week and root for Animal Kingdom in the Preakness. It’s about time there was a new Triple Crown winner. Maybe this is the year!

Love & kitty kisses,
Josie

Cat Town Races....Doo Dah, Doo Dah!

Happy weekend my friends! Hope you are winding down from a productive week and are ready for my tale of adventure! After all the international travelling I’ve been doing lately, taking a long drive to another state didn’t seem quite so taxing! My friends and I headed to Louisville, Kentucky for one of the premiere events in sport, the Kentucky Derby. When Malcolm heard I was heading to Kentucky he became all excited – well, as excited as Malcolm gets – and begged me to take him with me. I was puzzled. Since when did Malcolm become such a big horse racing fan?
Some of my international friends made the trip to NC, and we were going to have a party car to Kentucky. My brother, Tristan, had to make sure he was off from work to be our driver, and somehow he managed it! We made plans to meet up with our friend, Felisha, who lives in Kentucky and we would all head to the Derby together.
My brother has GPS on his phone, so none of us had to be the navigator. That allowed us to pursue more interesting activities, like making faces at the people in the cars next to us, eating, batting a catnip mouse back and forth, eating, taking naps and eating. As we neared Kentucky, Malcolm became all fidgety and was quick to corner Tristan outside the car when we stopped to buy more snacks…oh, and get gas.
We all cheered when we saw the first sign for Louisville. Suddenly, the GPS told Tristan to turn. I thought we were supposed to stay on the road we were on for a while longer. Evidently, Tristan had changed the destination address and we were taking a detour. We all looked at each other and wondered what was going on?!??!?
It soon became clear when we pulled up to the Kentucky Fried Chicken’s headquarters building. Malcolm was halfway out of the car before Tristan had a chance to stop it completely. He scurried up to the sign and insisted I take a picture of him in front of, what was for him, paradise.




We all went inside the beautiful southern manor looking building. Malcolm was convinced he would be able to get the secret recipe – he had heard it was kept in a vault somewhere on the premises. He scampered from room to room, but was soon distracted by an exhibit room that had a giant bucket in the center of it. He started trying to climb into it, but it wasn’t easy. I called to him that we wanted to get to Churchill Downs before the race started so we would come pick him up on the way back home. He grumbled and nodded in agreement as he stepped on Colonel Sanders’ head in an effort to launch himself into the bucket.




The rest of us we’re off to the races. It wasn’t too much longer until we pulled into the Churchill Downs’ parking lot. We made sure our Derby hats were positioned just so on our heads, and trotted in to join the rest of our hatted Derby enthusiasts!
This race was different than the Stoney Brook Steeplechase I had attended in April. There were these huge stands with restaurants and bars all over the place. There was a curious area called the wagering windows, but there were no windows at all. It was all closed in – I wasn’t able to see outside even a little bit. I tugged on a fellow race patron’s sleeve and asked what we were supposed to do at these wagering windows. He explained that we would give the person behind the counter some money, and they would give us a ticket with our horse’s number on it. If the horse won we could bring the ticket back and they would give us more money than what we had given them. Good deal!!
If we were going to be risking my Mom’s money, we would have to make sure to pick a winner every time. We found something called “The Daily Racing Form” lying on the ground. We started to go through it and found it to be quite helpful.




We studied the bloodlines and where the horses were bred and trained. We noted the trainers and jockeys names. After absorbing all this information, we unanimously agreed that Derby Kitten was the horse for us! C’mon – Derby Kitten – we had to bet that one! I wasn’t sure about betting on a horse sight unseen, so we headed to the stables to give Derby Kitten the once over…..
Being cats, were could wander around the stables and no one bothered us. The fact we were all wearing hats didn’t seem to tip anyone off that we weren’t supposed to be there. We had no idea where to start looking for Derby Kitten, so we figured we’d check with some of the other residents. Since we didn’t want the other horses to feel bad that we weren’t looking for them, we each grabbed a carrot and first offered them a treat while making small talk. Finally, we eased into the subject of the Derby and our quest, Derby Kitten.




Our new friends seemed miffed when we started to talk about the Derby – evidently, neither of them had been invited to race in it – so it took some coaxing to get them to point us in the right direction. They finally relented and told us where we could find the object of our interest.
Most of the Derby entrants were out of their stalls and being tended to by their trainers. They were magnificent creatures - all muscled and shiny. When we finally came upon Derby Kitten we had no time to waste – we got right to work. Tuppy, Jack and Georgie got busy covering him up with a blanket to keep him dry and warm. I opted to check his teeth. I’m really not sure why, but the judges at dog shows always look at the dogs’ teeth, so it must be important! I found myself a ladder and hopped on top to check Derby Kittens choppers.




I called down to Tuppy to see if he knew what I was supposed to be looking for. He didn’t. Derby Kitten had big pink gums and very large teeth. Looked good to me!! We counted his legs and determined that he was indeed a fine specimen of a horse. Yes, we would put Mom’s hard earned money on this beast.
Georgie had to hoist me up to the wagering window to place our bet. Derby Kitten to win! The toms in our group liked our choice, but for some reason they were more partial to Mucho Macho Man. I went ahead and bought half the tickets for Derby Kitten and half for Mucho Macho Man.
With that taken care of we had some time to relax. We sat on the rail for a while as the horses got ready for the race.




The horses were saddled and led on the track. I got all misty eyed when the song “My Old Kentucky Home” started. We all sang along and were the hit of the infield. We waved at Derby Kitten as he went by and he bobbed his head up and down toward us. He was going to win – I just knew it!
The excitement built as the horsed were loaded into the starting gate. The couple of seconds before the gates opened were unbearable!!!!! Then the bell rang, and in a flash of color the horses burst from their chutes.
My friends and I jumped up and down waving our hats - looking not too sophisticated. This was fun. Go Derby Kitten!!! We jumped and yelled the whole way around and then when they came to the top of the stretch, it was on! They all made a mad dash to the wire. It was wild. Whips swinging, heads bobbing, hoofs pounding, dirt flying – and then… it was over. As we prepared to head to the winner’s circle to congratulate our hero we realized that Derby Kitten had not won. I had not even considered that as a possibility! Mucho Macho Man didn’t even win. Some horse named Animal Kingdom won. He was a 20-1 long shot that was not supposed to win. Bummer.
As we walked past the wagering windows on the way out, we heard quite the commotion coming from one of the windows. Someone was celebrating a large cash windfall. Lucky devil. Then I caught the yowling amongst the cheering of others. It…sounded…just…like…Malcolm! I looked deep into the crowd and saw Malcolm pushing his way out with his KFC bucket just overflowing with cash. What in the world?!??!?!?! I thought he was at KFC headquarters!
We rushed up to him, trying to catch the cash that was spilling onto the floor.
I asked him what was going on?




Malcolm explained that after he jumped into the big bucket and found out there was no chicken in it, he couldn’t get out. He yowled until someone rescued him. The man who helped him out of the bucket worked there, but was getting ready to head to the track to make a sure thing bet that a friend of his had told him about. He shared his tip with Malcolm and when he offered Malcolm a ride to the track, he took it. He had bet the food allowance money I had given him (Mom’s magic plastic card does cash too!) on Animal Kingdom. Since it paid 20-1, he had quite the pile of money.
We told him to stop throwing the money around and head straight for the car. While we were very disappointed Derby Kitten didn’t win, we were happy for Malcolm. On the way home, he bought us all dinner at Kentucky Fried Chicken. He even got himself a new bucket hat! We dropped Felisha back home then headed back to NC. With our bellies full, we drifted off for a nice long nap.
Hope the horse you were rooting for in the Derby did better than ours! Malcolm is quite pleased with himself and he now considers himself a horse racing guru. Whatever.
Have a great week!

Love and kitty kisses,

Josie

The Prince and the Pawpurrrr

Happy weekend, my friends! That quick trip to Great Britain certainly wore me out, but boy was it amazing! The wedding of my pals William and Kate was one of the most beautiful events of which I have ever been a part.
I should probably apologize to President Obama and the people of the United States in general. I know Americans have a reputation of being pushy and loud, and I did nothing to quell that opinion. I was just being myself and getting into the spirit and fun of the occasion. While the people of England in general were friendly and fun, the royals took a little getting used to, While William and Kate are relaxed and approachable, Queen Elizabeth was rather stodgy. I was not put off by the fact the Queen was a royal, but more that she rarely even cracked a smile. I won’t even get into the fact that she looked like a giant lemon at the wedding. I will stop at that - if I say any more than that I might be seen as “catty” (hah!)
I arrived in London a couple of days early so that I could spend some time sightseeing with my CoolCatz and HotDogz Club buddies. We were meeting up bright and early and making a mad dash to try and see as many of the sights of London as possible. Georgie is great at finding interesting places to visit, so she was our tour director. We started out on one of those double decker buses which was really cool! We did a quick visit to Big Ben, the Tower of London and of course, Kensington Palace. While at Kensington we stopped by a nice pool to rest for a bit. I tried to control myself, but before I knew it I was yelling “Geronimo” at the top of my lungs and leaping into the pool with the most perfect cannonball you have ever seen.





Icy stood at the ready with a life preserver in case I became in need of some assistance. But I was okay and the water wasn’t too deep or icky so Icy put down the preserver and jumped in the pool. We then commenced having a splashing fight. As soon as the rest of the gang heard the splashing, they headed to the pool as well. We weren’t that far into our cannonball competition, when we were told to leave the palace grounds. If you ever wondered how to get thrown out of Kensington Palace, you know now – doing cannonballs while having a splashing fight!
We continued on with our sightseeing. One of my favorite moments was when Icy, Matthew, Georgie and I all donned a fuzzy English guard hat and tried to make the guard laugh. Being a guard must be a tough job. The guards are not allowed to move a muscle – and they must endure feline tourists trying to get them to laugh.





After admitting defeat, we saluted the guard and trotted off. We girls decided to spend some time doing a little shopping. I noticed that the high society shops had a wide selection of these hats that were basically frisbees with decorations on top. I wanted to be up with the local fashion, so I purchased a beautiful frisbee with a big pink flower on it. It would match my dress exactly!
Not wanting to wear ourselves out for the big day, we called it an early night so we could get our beauty rest. I hung my dress in the closet and sat my hat carefully on the dresser so it would not get squished. You know my feelings about squished hats!
The wedding wasn’t until late morning so our little group met for a big breakfast – eggs, bacon, fried bread – but no coffee!! Heaven knows a group of cats all hepped up on caffeine is the last thing one needs at a wedding.
After breakfast we retired for a refreshing nap, and then it was time to get ready to go to the church. The other gals all came to my room to get dressed. That way we could help each other with zippers and hats. I was having trouble with my frisbee hat and Georgie suggested a bobby pin to help hold it in place. Ingenious!!
We arrived at Westminster Abbey nice and early so we could watch the celebrities arrive. Rather than go inside to our seats, we decided to enjoy the unusually pleasant weather and stand just outside the doors. We each wanted to be the first to spot someone famous – I was the first to see Elton John. I am a huge Elton John fan so I became absolutely giddy when he smiled and waved to me. Aaaaaaaaah!
Evidently William and Kate had told Sir Elton about me and he knew my name. Aaaaaaah! He stopped and chatted. He welcomed me to England and offered to save me a seat in the church near him Well…okay. I would be sitting with Sir Elton John -aaaaaaaah!
Our little group stayed outside for a while and then we were told we had to take our seats. As we walked and walked I realized I should have asked Elton exactly where he was planning on sitting. My friends grabbed seats wherever they could find them, but I was counting on Elton making good on his promise. I finally saw him and scurried over. The floor was slippery and I slid right into him and grabbed his tie to help stop myself. I’m sure he had taken great pains to look perfect, so I spent the next couple of minutes trying to fix his tie. I think I put him back together nicely!




True to his word, Elton had saved me a seat but it wasn’t right next to him. It was next to the military dude sitting next to him. I ended up just out of the camera shot of Elton that was shown on television. Mom and Dad would have been so excited to see me on TV!
Soon it was time for the ceremony to begin. William and his brother appeared from a room at the front of the church and stood at the altar. Then the music started and Kate and her Dad walked very slowly down the very long aisle. Since the church was so big and segmented, it took a while before she even appeared! She smiled when he saw me and her sister motioned for me to join her up on the altar. Kate and Williams love animals and since they had men, women and children participating, the only thing missing was an animal. I was quite flattered that they chose me and not one of the Queen’s Corgis.
I settled up on the altar next to Kate’s sister. Again, I was just outside the camera shot as it was tightly focused on the happy couple. When was I going to make my international television debut?!?!?!?






If I thought the sliding into Elton John incident was embarrassing, what happened next made that look like nothing! You know how I love good music and singing – well, before the ceremony commenced, the organist launched into one of the catchier hymns and the assembled masses began to sing. I was yowling loudly and jumped up on the kneeler in front of William and was just going to town. I was swaying and swinging my boa and singing louder than anyone else.






William, being the trained royal that he is, didn’t even flinch as I flounced about on his kneeler. He continued staring intently into his royal wedding program and singing quietly (he’s not much of a singer) I made Kate giggle, but her father was not amused.
When the music stopped, I turned and looked out into the crowd. They were all staring at me, quite wide-eyed. Some had their mouths hanging open – not a flattering look on anyone. I didn’t even want think about what the Queen’s reaction might be. I gently placed my boa back around my neck and quietly tippy toed back to my seat. I did spy Georgie and stopped to wave at her. She smiled and gave me a paws up. As I arrived at my seat, I was especially careful not to slide into Elton this time.
I was horrified to think that my 5 minutes of fame on television was going to be an over the top rendition of a solemn Catholic hymn, but I found out that there was a 5 minute broadcast delay and no one but the dearly assembled would ever know about the incident. Evidently, the folks in charge of the broadcast decided that my singing detracted from the perfectness of the day and cut it out. I vowed to keep a low profile for the rest of the wedding. Or at least until…I’ll get to that later.
William and Kate looked so happy and in love through the vows, and quite relieved when they made it through them without a mistake. Though William seemed to have just the tiny bit of trouble sliding Kate’s wedding ring over her knuckle!
The rest of the ceremony went off without a hitch. While the crowd in the Abby sat quietly through the whole thing, you could hear the crowd outside cheer after they each finished their vows. WHen it was over, William and Kate walked down the loooong aisle in the quietness of the beautiful church, but as they stepped out into the public eye for the first time as man and wife, the crowds went absolutely wild.
Now this is more like it! I started cheering, waving my arms and spinning with glee. I spun around so fast I lost my balance and flipped right into Kate’s train. Fortunately, Kate’s quick thinking sister was holding it off the ground and gave it a quick flip to pop me right out.




It was soon time to head to Buckingham Palace for the traditional balcony appearance. William and Kate were going to ride in a beautiful horse drawn carriage. As they climbed aboard, William’s hat was knocked just a bit askew. I leapt to this aid, adjusting it so he would look just perfect!





The happy couple invited me to ride in the carriage with them, but I declined. Heaven knows I would only get myself into trouble, so I found my friends and we caught a ride to the palace with Elton.
Now, before I tell you about my time on the balcony, I must address an issue that was the elephant in the room the whole day... you know what I’m going to say… I’m talking, of course, about Princess Beatrice’s absolutely, positively, hideous hat. I used to be one to say that I never met a hat I didn’t like. Well, I am here to say that, indeed, I HAVE met a hat I didn’t like. What was she thinking?!?!?!? What milliner, in good conscience, would sell such a monstrosity – especially to a princess!! I spent most of the afternoon trying not to look at her. But you know that feeling when you know you shouldn’t look, which make you want to look even more. She was like a train wreck that you knew was awful, but your just had to look. I made it a priority not to make eye contact with her or I would lose it. I think I had done enough to make myself noticed during the ceremony!
On to Buckingham Palace – a very impressive place! I was very careful not to bump into anything and I stayed close to the group so I wouldn’t get lost. I followed the royal family out onto the balcony to the roars of the adoring crowd. I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. The crowd kept chanting something that I couldn’t make out, but William seemed to know what they were saying. He turned to Kate and planted a big ol’ kiss right on her lips. I’m not one for public displays of affection, so I covered my eye and turned away.





When the balcony visit was over, it was time for lunch. I had a quick bite and
then headed to gather up my friends for the next event.
It was time to add a little whimsical humor to the day! My friends and I took off our fancy duds and got to work decorating the newlyweds’ car.




It took us a while, but I think we did an excellent job! It made William and Kate laugh out loud when they came out to get in the car. They patted each one of us on the head. Jack asked Kate for a kiss and she happily obliged. That gave Georgie and Icy the courage to ask William for a kiss. After he gave them each a peck on the cheek they were all giggly and blushing.
They each gave me a hug goodbye and I wished them much love and happiness in their marriage. They jumped in the car and drove off. Ah, what a magical day.
I hope you had the chance to watch some or all of the wedding. It was quite beautiful and romantic. I think Kate will make a wonderful princess! Now, let’s hope that the pitter patter of little prince and princess feet is not far in the future!
Oh, and for those of you wondering what I ended up giving them for a wedding present:






Have a wonderful week!
Love and kitty kisses,
Josie