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Karl Lagerfeld’s Cat Is A Star

A photo of Karl Lagerfeld

I’ll take any opportunity I can to talk about Karl Lagerfeld, but Karl Lagerfeld’s cat, Choupette? She in on a whole other level. I could write a book of poetry dedicated to that spoiled princess of a cat. Choupette has all the intrigue of a Lindsay Lohan upskirt, all the thrill of a Madonna quote, but all with the purity of Justin Bieber (pre-swag, of course). Yes, from a gossip standpoint, or any standpoint at all, really, Karl Lagerfeld’s cat is just perfection. And that’s why she got her own magazine spread.

The magazine is called i-D, and they asked Choupette’s dad, Karl, all about the life of “fashion’s finest feline.” Here‘s what Karl had to say:

Just a basic description of Choupette: Her name is Choupette, Princess Choupette or Miss Choupette. She’s snow white with touches of caramel around the eyes, ears and on her endless boa-like feather tail.

Her height? It’s difficult to say. She has reached her final size but is kind of tiny.

Her dislikes: Water and getting wet.

How she spends her time: Sleeping, hiding, running and jumping like mad around the house. Chasing big fleas in her private garden and making it difficult for me work by jumping on the paper. She loves to destroy paper, that is what she loves to do the most and also driving her beloved maids (Francoise and Marjorie) crazy. With me she is sweet and calm.

And no story about Karl Lagerfeld’s “proud pussy” (for real, that’s what they called her) would be complete without lots and lots of pictures. There’s a gallery below, of course, but let’s just take a quick peek right now:

A photo of Karl Lagerfeld's cat

According to my good friend, Google Translate, that is a little pillow that says “here is the place of the cat.” How incredibly luxurious, right? To compare, here’s my cat’s pillow:

Different worlds, you know? But it just goes to show you that cute cats come in all different shapes, sizes, and income levels. Inspiring.

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    • Lagerfeld has those poor women caper after this cat and record all of its “feelings” and actions in a journal and on video.

      That cat eats better than you do.

      Karl has his white sheets (“only white, as you can hide nothing in white”) laundered every day.

      I can imagine those maids sit around most of the time while the kitten sleeps. Not a bad job, I’d think. Except when Karl shows up. Bleh.

      He’s messy too. Go look at the Harper’s Bazaar shots and/or some of the other interviews.

      The man ONLY drinks diet coke. He doesn’t exercise because his doctors told him “his body remembers the exercise”. *snort*

      Anyway, Karl’s a low-key nut-case. I’d still like to have dinner with him, but that’d be about all I could stand. The ARRRRT stuff would wear really thin really fast.

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