Don't Go Outside

My Auntie Dawn sent this to Moms today. This was in the Chicago Tribune. The caption to the photo said, "Mickey, a part Siamese cat, stays warm all bundled up in baby clothes with his owner Cindy Neff, on a frigid Thursday in Auburn, Maine. Mickey was going home after a trip to the pharmacy."

Ok. A few things here.
#1) Don't let your moms dress you up. This one time, moms tried to put a cape on me and make me into a superhero. I am a superhero -- without the cape, thank you. This other time, when we first moved to Boston, moms put us in red sox. She put them on our paws and Uncle Bryan tried to take our picture. We shook our paws and made the sox fly. Clothing on cats = wrong-o.

#2) Don't go outside. Think about it. It's below zero (whatever that is) outside and there is this great stuff called "heat" inside. Stay in the heat zone, not the meat locker area.

#3) If it's so cold outside that the cat needs to wear clothes, then why didn't the cat's mom give him a ski mask? I mean, his little nose must be a cube. Honestly. And, if he had a ski mask, he could hold up the CVS while he was visiting it. That could be fun for a cat. More fun that being dressed up, I think.

K. Next report will be about moving boxes. Because, well, we're moooving. To Connecticut. (But Moms says we're not going back to Yale.)

Purrs and asthmatic wheezes,
JDamn!