I'm a Celebrity, certainly NOT a Trainwreck!!

My innerview to hype The Real Housecats for the Hudson Reporter went pretty well, I think. Of course, The Woman tried to screw it up by not mentioning most of the lovable characteristics that make me stand out, not only on Twitter but as a Real Housecat of the Blogosphere. She didn't even mention my stunningness until the very end! Can you believe that? I came out of my office and put in an appearance before she left and had to endure a photo session. This was a real, live photo session with a real huge camera. I've never seen anything that looked like that. I preened, of course. I posed. But mostly I looked confused that she came just to see me.

Get my good, side, Lady. OK, I don't have a bad side.

Today, we got our Real Housecats' swag. The t-shirts are pawsome! Imagine! Me, on a t-shirt! Of course, I'm just one of —I believe I counted 12—twelve celebrity cats on the shirts. Pop loved the Get Real design the best, so he ordered that one. They're mailing the buttons separately. I got buttons so I can give them out to promote the show.

Of course, now that I'm a starlet, I have to play the part; i.e. Pawty Hearty! I've taken to hanging out in bars in Jersey City with Snooki and JWoww. (Sorry, no pictures, please!) Some have seen me in conpromising positions and think I have a problem with Silvervine, as well as nip, but I don't. I've got it all under patrol. Those videos—http://youtu.be/Aqg8S0KY0-o and http://youtu.be/aQ09nx_EMrA—were both taken out of context. I certainly wasn't as stoned as I appear to be. And, yeah, I did crash my vintage Mustang but that doesn't mean I have a problem.  Nope, success hasn't gone to my head. I haven't changed one bit. Well, I'd like to stay and chat but I promised to meet the girls in JC at 4 and it's 4.25 now, so I'd better be off. Vrrrrroooooooommmmm!