Hi everyone, Katie here.
Petsmart. I have a love-hate relationship with Petsmart. You see, Petsmart works with the St. Francis Animal Shelter. This is the shelter that is responsible for matching me up with Gloman so he could give me to Glogirly as an anniversary present. And Petsmart has cool stuff for cats like fishing rods, nip-filled mice, yummy crunchy food. And litter. They have lots of litter. I like litter.
But Petsmart has a few items that just don't belong. They don't belong in Petsmart or anywhere else for that matter. Glogirly went to Petsmart today and brought one of these said items home.
Even a fresh bag of my crunchy gingivitis food is not going to make up for this.
Friends, I give you my new sweater.
I didn't even know what a sweater was until about an hour ago. Frankly I'm not impressed.
Maybe you freeze-baby chihuahuas or prissy little poodles think this kind of thing is practical or even cute. Well I don't care if it is cable knit. I don't care about the updated V-neck styling. I don't care that it "matches" my eyes. It may match the color of my eyes, but not the fury in them. My body temperature is a toasty 102.5 degrees fahrenheit... and rising. I don't need no stinkin' sweater.
And Glogirly, you don't need no stinkin' camera strap either.