A couple of years ago I tried to put my cat in a sweater.  Once.  So when I see other cats sitting snugly in their sweaters, I assume their owner has used street drugs to lure the cat into submission.  Some type of back-alley black tar catnip.  It's the only logical explanation.  Hey, I'm not judging.  If I could find some street grade nip without incriminating myself, then I'd have a cat with a drawer full 'o sweaters too.

Santa brought the kid a kitten for Christmas.  Actually he did one better.  He left this cat bed with a note saying that the kitten had LITERALLY just been born like the baby Jesus in a manger and he couldn't risk being attacked by a nervous kitten while sleigh driving.

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So in a week or so, I'm going to have another opportunity to shove a cat into a sweater.  I figure maybe if I start her out young, she'll just adapt.  Or something.  In the meantime, I'll just look at these handsome devils.

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