Today I opened the playroom door and found this hilarious site. A patient little soul [our cat] sitting by the kitchen set, dressed in some kind of…chef's hat? Our four-year-old had been wardrobing him while playing "mommy."
I've never seen a cat actually keep a hat on. How is he so patient and tolerant? Maybe I could take lessons from him.
I was laughing so hard that I couldn't hold the camera still. It's blurry. Pom Pom was sitting there acting so serious. Made it that much funnier. [please note the wild-haired naked Barbie in the kitchen]
I think Pom Pom deserves some kind of cat award or something. He has logged in so many hours in that little playroom under our stairs and always has the best attitude.
After preparing to exploit him on my blog taking his picture I made sure the offspring gave him half a bag of treats. He was happy. And surprisingly remained in the same spot. Mellow and unoffended by his outfit.
He hasn't run away yet, even though we let him outside everyday to chill out and watch the lizards and birds. Maybe he sticks around because he knows he's very loved.