Shopping Consultation

Whoever left their shiny catalog unattended clearly needed my professional critique. I strutted right onto the glass coffee table and slapped my front paw flat over a pair of tragic beige boots on page twelve. Absolutely not on my watch. With a quick hook of my claw, I flipped the glossy page over until I found something worthwhile: a shimmering silk scarf that would complement my feather nicely. I left a distinct little claw notch right next to the price tag so you know exactly what to buy me next. You're welcome for the free styling advice.