Matty’s litter box aversion has been well-documented on this site. We have attempted to solve his not-so-little problem with everything from a cat whisperer to anti-depressants to threats of feline military school… and Matty has shown his appreciation for our efforts by leaving even bigger “gifts” for us under the plant in the living room. Just like Christmas morning! Gee, thanks for your generosity, Santa Caca.
So I am left with only one remaining option: revenge. Revenge in the form of — you guessed it — CAT HATS. That’s right; I’m going to make this kitty pay for his nasally offensive sins by forcing him to wear humiliating headwear. Thus launching my new photo series, “The Bad Cat in the Hat.”
I like to call this one Pimp Kitty.
Despite telling the lovely cat hat craftswoman that my kitty required an extra-large “Hollywood Hustler,” the hat barely fit Fatty Matty’s head. I cackled as I slipped it on his huge noggin, fully anticipating a miserable cat, and you know what…?
THE DAMN CAT LIKED IT.