Why is it just so damned hilarious when it's your own stupid cat in a shirt? Is it because she is just walking around like everything is normal in a shirt? Is it because the shirt is now riding up and she's crooked walking and cats are too stupid to know anything is going on? Is it because I am now too lazy to take the shirt off of her? Is it because my mother used to put our pajamas on us upside down when we were toddlers because she didn't have enough channels and thought it was funny? Is it because I've resorted to blogging about my cat wearing a shirt? Is it all the wine I drank? Nobody will ever know.
I think I'll make the cat wear a damned shirt all the time from now on. I'm in charge around here. Mind your own business. If I can put shirts on all of my guitars and then take pictures of them, then I can put a shirt on my damned cat. I know what's best for her.
So there. Besides, that whole guitar-shirt shenanigan was like, AGES ago. I was under a lot of stress. Oh SURE. Nobody thinks it's weird when people name their guitars, but put one little article of clothing on them and automatically you're CRAZY. "OH she's crazy. She put shirts on her guitars" they all whisper audibly. Not ALL the time, people. Back off.
Look how ugly my couch was then. I think that's the main point, here. That and the Pope said that condoms aggravate the spread of AIDS in Africa. Yeeeah. Hmm. Coo Coooo.
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