As you may know, I am in semi-retirement when it comes to modeling. Back in the day, I was the Cindy Crawford of cat food commercial. Being a model requires a lot of things and catching snakes is not one of them. Needless to say, I don't miss those days when I had to be a size double-zero kitty model. My body doesn't work that way, y'all. I prefer to be a voluptuous divo.

But alas, old habit dies hard. While the mamarazzi is no Patrick Demarchelier, she still managed to coax a pose or two out or moi. Lookie here:

This is my cat food commercial pose #19. Ah, the good old days!

Of course, she didn't fluff my hair or apply eleventy thousand hundred bazillion coats of shine serum to it but still, you can't deny the fact that I look good. Without proper lightning or prop, I still look stunning in a Brat Pitt/George Clooney kind of way. I know, unbelievable but true. I'm just handsome that way.

Which reminds me of another thing: la mamarazzi  really needs a new camera, preferably one of those expensive D-SLR thingies with the long lenses. Home girl can take pictures, that much I can tell. Who knows, she may end up being Annie Leibovitz of the Cat Fancy world some day. Beside pissing me off with that soy chicken nugget and recently, that deworm medicine, she's a good girl. Santa, please put her in the nice list for a camera, will you? Also, she doesn't mind receiving an iPad on top of that, either.

That's all, folks! There are more pictures in this photo shoot but I can't overload you with cuteness, can I? One picture at a time, folks! I promise the next one is going to be a lot cuter.

Love, peace, and tuna fish,
Mr. Belly (former supermodel)

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