The beautiful people

The beautiful people

BowieIn life and fashion, there are no coincidences.

Case in point: our growing horde of glamazons.

Iman is, in so many ways, "the man." Or mon. Except, of course, that she's all woman. Never mind.
Iman is, in so many ways, “the man.” Or mon. Except, of course, that she’s all woman. Never mind.

Riddle me this, kittens: what are the odds that, in the span of one month, the following things would all happen:

  1. Zoolander 2 premieres
  2. New York Fashion Week unfurls
  3. Bowie and Iman debut in Suite B at Tabby’s Place

As goes without saying, those three closely-related events led immediately to a fourth:

  • 4. Ringoes Fashion Week Month Eternity

I have it on utterly no good authority that New York Fashion Week is actually being cut abruptly short, as Vera Wang and Rebecca Minkoff know they can’t compete with this minky majesty. Feast your eyes on one Iman Rosenberg.

She is beauty. She is grace. She needs no Lhullier gown, no Westwood wonderwork, to heighten her glory.

You might think, beholding such a specimen, that Iman is one of those pretty girls. You know the unpretty stereotypes: cooler-than-thou, peering-down-the-nose, on-Wednesdays-we-wear-pink business. Heathers + Mean Girls + Prada-clad devils etc. etc. ad infinitum.

"My own beauty bores me. Let's talk about YOUR beauty, buttercup. Yes, I'm talking to you, Jabba."
“My own beauty bores me. Let’s talk about YOUR beauty. Yes, I’m talking to you, Jabba.”

But you would be wrong.

Iman is the benevolent beauty, the “pretty girl” whose inner prettiness makes everyone around her feel lovelier.

The same could be said of her stardusted, supersized “husband,” a dashing black cat who knows all about serious moonlight: Bowie.

Also known as “the giant black cat in Suite B who isn’t Spumoni,” Bowie (pictured in the top thumbnail) is a friendly, freewheeling, glamorous goofus, equal parts panache and pratfalls. It’s a charming combination; he’s as elegant to your eyes as he is sweet to your spirit, a comedian with a diamond-cut face.

They are, no doubt, the beautiful people of Suite B.

And in their presence, beauty grows.

That’s all the more mysterious when you consider that loveliness hasn’t been their lot lately. This is one of those especially sad stories in which nobody is to blame. We’re left without even the warm, dangerous bonfire of righteous indignation.


Bowie and Iman were rescued, loved, safe.
Then their person was sickened, stricken, and evicted.
Three souls, one uncertain future.
One went to the hospital, and from there…we simply don’t know.
Two went into the whirling unknown of Animal Control, but from there…to Tabby’s Place.

And you bet your best brooch that they do their little turn on the catwalk.

Breaking news: Shortly before this post was posted, Bowie was adopted. Number of people who were surprised by this: 0. Reasons to feel sorry for Iman: 0. She’s got the suite on a string. Of pearls, natch.


2 thoughts on “The beautiful people

  1. So glad to hear Bowie has been adopted! Wonderful sleek Iman will surely follow soon. Thank you Angela for this beautiful story about Bowie and Iman. You know, awesome adopters out there, black cat fur on your clothing is the most elegant accessory! Looks like Tabby’s Place has some beautiful house panthers up for adoption.

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