I’ve shared my last Hello Kitty cupcake with the world. I’ve shared my last Hello Kitty anything with the world.
Once I was a fan. I admire any cat who can shoot to fame and fortune using only their wits and I study their behaviour for handy tips to help my own career. It’s not easy to live on your wits. What I found so surprising about Hello Kitty is that she had NO wits whatsoever . How did she do it?
But an even bigger surprise was lurking round the corner.
Hello Kitty’s Life is a Lie
Hello Kitty is not a cat at all.
How can we all have been so blind? How could we spend 40 years believing in Hello Kitty? It’s a measure of how television and toys have dulled our brains and a measure of our own inability to distinguish reality from social media even when it’s staring us in the face. We should all be ashamed.
Around the globe cats are mourning today. When a hero falls, the impact is vast, and it shatters the hearts of dedicated followers who the hero never even knew.
My friend Pastiche is at a loss for words. She’ll be at a loss in the millinery department too, poor thing. Does Hello Kitty care?
My heart goes out to you, Pastiche. Try and put it all behind you.
This morning, with a heavy tread, I dragged my toy basket to the backdoor and carefully removed all the little furry, cuddly, chewy Hello Kitty plushies and left them in a pile. An unwanted pile.
The woman will have to bury the plushies somewhere and, while she’s on her feet, she can bury the Hello Kitty scratcher too.
As for my Hello Kitty Soft Sponge Pet Bed House, I can’t bring myself to throw it out. It’s too comfy, too soft and feels so very, safe for sleeping. However, I’ll bravely square my chin and settle down on the couch instead.
I’ve been fooled, I’ve been lied to and I’m not a happy chappie.
Bye, bye, Hello Kitty, I wash my paws of you.
