So. This happened:
I told Nick it was his fault I bought a Santa hat for my cats. I’m more comfortable being a little crazy since I’m no longer a spinster cat lady. Next up: walking them outside.
Merry Christmas everyone!!! As your gift, more pictures of the torture my cats endured for my amusement.
Franklin just walked backwards and refused to pose. Her only goal was escape.
Awesome. I so meant to make my cat a sweater in time for Xmas this year but alas it was not to be. Maybe by New Year’s, though.