Wednesday Word: Exploitation

When our story ended, an ominous e-mail appeared in TW's inbox. Then the peeps had deserted me for 5 whole hours to have fun at a pawty under the guise they were promoting me. Let's see if you think it was exploitation or promotion.

I should've known the peeps weren't going to come right back. They both donned matching StunningKeisha.com t shirts. If they were planning on only staying 5 minutes, they would've went down in their house clothes.

Of course, the shirts got lots of attention. Everyone had an animal story. I'd like to detail them but TW says that's a breach of privacy or something, as if I care

CK: Pawty animal

At one point they started to make their way upstairs but got sidetracked when they walked past the table where the "adult" beverages were being served. Everyone wanted to know about the shirts. Of course, in true TW style, she forgot to bring my business cards. All she had to do was run upstairs but she couldn't be bothered. Her frozen piña colada might thaw or I might make her feel too guilty to go back downstairs. All wanted me to come downstairs for a meet and greet; however, a star of my caliber doesn't work for free. Can you just see me dancing on the table? MOL! Hardly. They would have to settle for watching me on YouTube. One pawtier had a tablet computer so TW directed her to to my blog and then to Glogirly's YouTube Channel so they could see my award-winning acting skills.

I do want to mention a sick little boy that I'm concerned about. He's just 4 years old. His sisfur has cancer and is receiving chemo and this healthy little boy just stopped eating. After wearing a path to the emergency vet and dozens of tests, the vet still can't locate what's ailing him. They ruled out Hepatic Lipidosis, which is what our furrend Leo had. TW says the Oradell Animal Hospital is one of the best in this area but she thinks they were quick to rule fatty liver disease out. This dear boy was still in Oradell getting fed through a tube but they were planning on tube feeding him at home. TW hopes to hook up with this woman again to learn how the cat is doing and maybe offer some tips from what she's learned from Savannah's blog. Maybe a visit from a famous cat in his complex might cheer him up.

Yes, I'm angry!

Finally, they excused themselves and went upstairs to see how the aforementioned famous cat was doing. I was angry to say the least and made it known. TW felt guilty enough that she played with me for a while—a very short while I might add—before she stuck her nose into the computer. I demanded attention but got far too little. They could use me to make themselves fell like big shots but they couldn't pay attention to me once we were alone.

Special message to the peeps: don't let our neighbor bring her humongous killer turtle here to meet me. I assure you that's NOT gonna turn out well for the turtle.

Do you think I was exploited or promoted?