In the Spring a young cat’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of pink tutus. Or at least Miss Charlotte’s have, ever since it was announced that open auditions would be held for a new local production of Stravinsky’s ballet, The Rite of Spring.
Every night, long after the other cats and mice have gone to bed, Charlotte has been up practicing her arabesques and plies into the wee hours.
Today was her final tutu fitting with her personal costumer, Aaron, before tomorrow’s auditions. In anticipation, she’s been dieting—forgoing whole milk in favor of 2%, and limiting her intake of Girl Scout Cookies to only 2 or 3 per sitting, instead of her customary 4. And her discipline shows: Her costume fits like a dream.
Never mind that The Rite of Spring is not really a pink tutu kind of ballet. Charlotte will undoubtedly find that out soon enough. In the meantime, I hate to burst her bubble, and she does look so pretty in pink.
Blackie definitely thinks so, too. In Spring, just as Charlotte’s fancy turns to thoughts of tutus, Blackie’s turns to thoughts of Charlotte, all the more.
Happy Monday Night!
Charlotte looks very beautiful in her pink tutu. How could Blackie resist?
Thanks, Dorothy—will definitely pass your compliment on to Miss Charlotte. (She sends fond greetings to Ace by the way. That was some swell party he threw on Oscar night.)