It seems only like yesterday when the hair-raising idea of a waxing boutique popped into our heads. It all happened during a summer debauchery in Europe. Kitty had been frolicking in its fabulous culture for far too long and found herself a little too fuzzy down south.
Desperate times called for desperate measures so Kitty trawled the cobbled streets of Europe to get a wax job done. After searching for days, she finally found a little place but agawd! It was decked out like a stuffy clinic; its therapists had not a smile on their face, were rough and barked orders at Kitty! And we know kitties don’t like barks.