Choupette Lagerfeld Makes Way More Money Than You

It’s a miracle in the story. Choupette was not even given to me. Choupette belonged to a friend of mine who asked if my maid could take care of her for two weeks when he was away. When he came back, he was told that Choupette would not return to him. He got another cat who became fat, and Choupette became the most famous cat in the world, and the richest. She did two jobs and made 3 million euros last year. One was for cars in Germany and the other was for a Japanese beauty product. I don’t allow her to do foodstuffs and things like this. She’s too sophisticated for that. She had something unique. She is like a human being, but the good thing is that she’s silent. You don’t have to discuss it. She hates other animals and she hates children. She stays always with me and she has two personal maids. They play with her, they have to take care of her beautiful white hair, the beauty treatments for her eyes, and they entertain her. She is the center of the world. If you saw her, you would understand. She is kind of Greta Garbo. There is something unforgettable about her, the way she moves, the way she plays. She’s an inspiration for elegance. For attitude.

Karl Lagerfeld, who’s in New York City to present his new collection, gushed about his precious pet cat to New York magazine and revealed that Choupette has her very own hotel room and maid during their stay. There you have it, friends. A cat became a millionaire, and since she has a cat brain and thus probably interpreted her “jobs” as just getting to play with new humans for a day or two in Germany and Japan, she became a millionaire by merely existing. Think about that as you start another day as a cog in the rat race machine. Think about that really hard. Please also enjoy Karl’s choice of words to attempt to downplay the fact that he essentially stole Choupette from a friend. I adore this cat, but is he sure she’s really the most famous feline in the world? Grumpy Cat gives Choupette quite the run for her money, after all. Choupette is just too sophisticated for the peasants.