I didn’t expect you to embrace your inner Thin Man so quickly, Louie, but I’m glad you did.
The fact is that people change through the years, and it seemed only fair to give you access to the latest cosmetic techniques. You are a valuable cover boy, you know. Can’t let your image get flabby and tired looking. Wouldn’t want the dreaded words “baby boomer” applying to your precious hide, would we?
Besides, no representation can do your spirit justice, Louie.
You are the eternal feline.
Neither age nor debility can diminish your infinite variety or endless grace. You wear independence like a crown, and yet give feline fealty to your various fortunate human subjects.
You are king and companion, Pharaoh’s footstool and occupier of the Royal Chair. (There is a Royal Chair wherever there are chairs, which luckily abide in most human residences. Where there are not chairs, there are beds.)
You are shamus . . . and shameless. Ruler and Unruly.
You are such a babe, Louie. You deserve a New Look.