Anyone who follows me on social media is probably fully aware that I have a cat. Her name is Mila. She’s selfish, kind of mean, and always wakes me up at 5am. Always. But I love her to furry pieces, and for some strange reason, I like to shower presents and nice things upon her tiny, usually indifferent little self. She eats better than me (if she were a human, she’d totally be a Whole Foods lady), her collars are made of nicer leather than my jackets, and her hair is shinier and silkier than mine will ever be.
That being said, I still believe that I am merely scratching the surface in terms of pet luxury. This is Dallas after all; home of Neimans and, for a brief time, Barney and Miss Beazley. So what kind of opulence will rain down upon my four-legged friends when my children’s book about a mystery-solving cat and dog duo (unabashedly fishing for a book deal) tops the New York Times Best Sellers list? Well, my two-legged friends, you may click here to see.
