Prolificatically speaking, everybody wears some artisticat costume to the Bay to Breakers race, a foot fest of calamities (or a paws party in the case of we 4-leggeds who trot our 4 legs a whopping 7 miles from the Bay to the Oceanside!) Ah ha, did someone say Beach??? The world's biggest kitty litter box awaits us at the finish line - catzowey woo hoo. But what to wear to this annual "Only In San Fran" event was a challenge for me as well as trying on my costume. How do I get into this thing???
Refusing to wear a blonde Paris Hilton wig to match my built-in stripes (hey she's going to have that look soon), I opted for the "Divine Diva Drag Kitten" look, and donned a whole Big Bird's worth of flamingo pink and set out for the race course.
Well, at least I was wearing my fur - look at these folks who dashed out their doors so early in the morn they forgot to get dressed!
And my pawsatively great shape and Italian tude took me to the finish line - unlike some others. Was it really necessary for this bear dude to wear a badge prouncicating "Out Of The Race"?Click on that photo and try to control your laughter. You bet your cat's eye that I hissed at him as I pounced past his passed out paws.
Stay tuned, I'm revving up for my 1st birthday party on Saturday and I won't be wearing flamingo pink.
Ciao & Meow,
GUIDO - The Italian Kitty
