(HT, Maisnon)
This cat has to be Thirteen, the feral cat who lives everywhere on our property except inside it (fine by us given the collective cat-allergy situation). Thirteen will not let me come near or touch him under any circumstances and always responds to my “Wassup, kitty” with a “What the hell do you want?” look, which makes me theorize that he was traumatized from being forced to dress as a Hello Kitty (see above) and ran away to our neighborhood to live out the rest of his days in relative isolation. And along comes me who wants to take Thirteen down to the Southern Animal Foundation for a checkup and neutering given the recurrent explosion of strays in post-K New Orleans.
Imagine the poor cat’s angst: “First you dress me in a girl’s blouse and then you want to snip me? I’m outta here!”
Looks like a smaller version of my cat from High School. My little sis would dress him up like a doll and then he’d come to my room and claw me up.
Hope you do catch Thirteen.
I luv this photo and caption. I think we’ve all been forced to wear something that bruised our dignity. (Mom – I’m looking at you on this one!)