OK, I just need to vent here for a minute. I have hijacked Dee's mind and her hands in order to spread my message to the world and my message is this:
I am NOT Little Red Freakin' Riding HOOD!
I am a feline member of the household and I deserve RESPECT.
Am I to be dressed up like a doll? Am I to be forced to play a role in a small child's Theatre of the Absurd?
Do I appear to be HAPPY about this red thing I am wearing?!? Do you read "contented" in my expression?! No?
Well here's a suggestion. Next time your child tries to dress up her cat, STOP HER. In the name of all that is holy, yank the little doll dress or tiny drag queen wig-from-hell or the Santa hat or the cunning nightmare halloween costume OUT of her grubby little hand and talk to her about how wrong it is to assume a cat is anything other than a
Because really, that's what we are. In ancient Egypt cats were given great respect.
"Cats were held in such high esteem that at one point, the penalty for killing a cat-even accidentally-was death."