fluff-boy tales

Browsing for some treats for the kittens at the pet store last Saturday, I came across a cutesy t-shirt which I reckon tailored for little dogs. I held up the cream one and imagined my cat in it... hehe... What a cute image... At the very least he would blend in – it is the same shade as his fur. But the neck is too uncomfortable for my fatty.

Then I saw the same one in lilac... Maybe it’s a bit gay for my boy but I simply love the shade. And it came in a size bigger... I bought it, together with the food treats for the baby cats and buggered off home.

Once home I placed him on my lap and put the t-shirt on. Fits him well... I wasn’t surprised when I saw the look on his face -- not pleased. To be honest he’s got an annoyed look on his face almost all the time anyway. He’s a grumpy 11 year old and each time he wants to go out someone has to keep an eye on him. Why? Because he doesn’t know how to come back. He just walks in one direction. Maybe I should get the waistcoat with the leash next time? Then we can go for walks.

I took in his appearance slowly and it put a grin on my face – cute nya… He looks a tad like a male lion because the t-shirt holds down the fur from under his neck to his belly so it makes the fur on his face look extremely poofed up. And his ass just looks enormous and fluffy wearing that t-shirt... That said, the lilac suits him well. After a while he tried licking the t-shirt and started walking as if impersonating a Bassett... At one point he was doing Michael Jackson’s moonwalk... Hehehehe... So adorable… After a while, he gave up, jumped on the bed and did what he does best -- napped.

He’s one cute kitty with or without the t-shirt :)