Sometimes I don't like the word beauty. Beauty is a trap. Everything I know about facade maintenance I've learned from a cat. Cats all look good. Fat cats, thin cats, medium cats. Big cats, little cats. I've known three legged cats- those deft hunters make hobbling look like an enhancement- not a hindrance or disability. Cats don't often check themselves out in mirrors. Cats do get anxious if a whisker is out of place, but that's because their whiskers are hooked up to their inner-ear-balance system thing. Look at a cat: male, female, both are good looking. He cats look like she cats. They don't go pulling out their hair to look more masculine or feminine. That's what that yowling and scratching behavior takes care of. Often, other women call me a man when I am just being my kitty-cat self. The truth is that I don't look in mirrors much these days, not unless I have a joke to tell my reflection. I'm lucky to not worry about my features or my frame, I know. But I have noticed that cats always need to wash themselves thoroughly after I pet them. Hygiene.