Sunday, November 2

Purr-ty Girls

OMG, my kitties! Do you have the 411 on the VIP par-tay at Oceana? Let me tell you—the fur was flying. Nah, not even. It was in total and complete free fall.

(Do you remember my Chinese New Year resolution to retract those claws? Yeah, so not happening. Mrowr! Whatevs. January 1st is totes just around the corner. And I haven’t even begun to use up those nine lives.)

First off: MacKenzie Hamlin and Joanna Moore—you need to not be freaking over which of you wears the off-the-shoulder Blumarine in cabernet. Mainly because, well . . . neither of you should be wearing cabernet. Or off-the-shoulder. (What can I say? The truth, she hurts.)

Also, it would not be the worst idea if Bailey Foster went in for a grooming. Claws? More like talons. It’s called a paraffin mani, babe—look into it. This is the Main Line. Messy mits are a big non.

So, okay, we all heard that Paige Andrews was caught with her paws in the catnip jar, so I won't rehash her catfight with one Regan Stanford. But which of our kitten-heeled pets was getting pawed . . . by someone else’s squeeze?

Ask Madison Takahashi. Our fave fashionista was getting majorly frisky with Tyler DuPont. (Of Spence-and-Ty.) The bestie and the boyf? Now that’s played.

Mads will probably pull the whole “good friends” thing that works so well for the tabloid trash. But it sure looked steamy to these peepers. Seeing is believing—and I’ve got that pretty kitty night vision. Poor Spence. Who knew Tyler was such a tomcat?

Location: the solarium
Lighting: lunar. And scented candles by Tocca.
Needing: a catnap