Brody was wandering the house meowling, belting out the lonely tones of his kitty blues. Nothing, it seemed, could satisfy the crater of existential cat angst that had opened in his feline soul. His distorted wailing was grating at the last small flecks of sanity still clinging to the interior of his sapiens’ skulls, like remnants of last week’s lasagna makings.
Careening like a mini-tanker on steroids, he moved through the bays and coves of each room in the house, searching the shores for elusive satisfaction. His warbling tones echoed off the walls and wood and into his people’s ear canals, their brains, and straight to their “can’t stand it anymore” buttons, deep in the folds of grey matter.
Finally, the grey matter spat up a solution.
“Maybe it’s time to break out Brody’s Kitty Sweater!”
I can’t say Brody likes wearing his Kitty Sweater, not like he should. It’s perfect for him, adorable and very stylish, a neat knit pattern in lovely shades of gold and teal. The best part is the look on his face when you slip it on him. He looks just like a kitty question mark. What is this?
I think the comfort the sweater provides is not so much as a source of warmth as it is a source of challenge. The challenge of how to wiggle out of it. At any rate, it works as good as anything to quiet his case of the kitty wintertime blues.
Yes, it’s definitely Kitty Sweater weather. And if the sweater doesn’t do the job, maybe the hot little sequined number below would do the trick.