This was left for me by Lindsey, to deal with after she left for work Saturday morning at 6:30 in the AM. Real delightful right? She put the fatty in a small yapper dog striped, pink polo shirt and pissed her off. Daphne was not pleased to be dressed in dog clothes.
She walked sideways, jumped, and eventually tormented relentlessly, Bear (our other Mackerel Tabby; considerably smaller, yet older than her).
What you see above is Daphne, early in the whole ordeal, staring me down from the shoe stand, right after Lindsey had left for work. It looks cute, but the eyes say "Dude, she's gone and you know I don't like this... so fix it!"
I eventually freed her from her shirt; though she had quite adapted by then; because she had gone wonky and was pinning Bear down and pummeling him. Without the shirt she resumed being her ornery self and galloped from room to room like a small stampede of horses.
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