As ads go, it was pretty straightforward.  Slightly sexy, but classy.  Very upscale. 

I caught sight of it in a local newspaper, sandwiched somewhere in between the personals and the movie listings.  About eight column inches all told.  An ad for a fine clothier or furniture store, something of that nature.  A lovely young woman dressed seductively in a nice lacy slip or camisole lay demurely on a richly upholstered divan, maybe a day bed.  She held in her arms a Siamese cat to which she seemed to be talking sweetly.  No doubt a beloved pet.  She wasn’t tarty or sleazy, no far from it, she was portrayed as a beautiful young woman with great taste, the perfect model, the perfect target audience identifier, sure to garner a few new clients for the upscale shop.

Point is, there’s this major league hottie in her underthings lounging on a sofa and what is the first thing I say upon seeing the ad?

Ooooh!!!  Kitty!”


I have GOT to get out more..


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