The Device of Torture
I guess it must have been the rain. The humans were inside a lot, which was a good thing for the most part. We got loved on, played with, brushed, fed treats, had a camera in our face a lot and sat in Mommy's lap while it rained so much that we started thinking ark.
Then the unthinkable happened. Kitty clothing. With a nod of respect to Skeezix, Mao, Daisy and every other kitty who does not mind wearing clothes - we just don't roll like that. Mommy found a teeny-tiny tiara at a jewelry sale in O Hi O and brought it home to see how we would look in it.
So, how did we look? See what you think. First is our little orange Prince Rudy for your viewing pleasure -
Mommy! Noooooo! I Hate You!
Next is me - Perfectly Parker. I am perfect. I do not require a tiara.
Hate.
Hate with the heat of a thousand burning suns...
