When I met up with A. Marie last weekend, she asked about Hobbes (of course) and I had to trash-talk my stripey goodness for a bit. See, homeboy came home a few weeks ago without his snappy new peace collar that I had just bought him. And being that those things are like $6 - $9 a crack, I was not very happy about it.
He came home, jumping over the fence from the neighbor's house, but this time he did not make that little jingly sound like he usually does. Hmmmmm. So, I go over to see, and sure enough, Hobbes lost his almost-brand new, very expensive, uber-cool collar. Sigh. Like my budget allows for fancy collars every month?! I think not.
I read him the riot act, yelling and screaming and demanding that he go over and find it--but he just meandered over to his food bowl like this was everyday conversation with mom. Crap. Even the cat ignores my rants.
And being that this was having absolutely no effect on that darn cat, I played my trump card--I dug in the drawer and pulled out one of our old collars that we had lying around. Okay, so it was Grace's old collar and it had lots of pink on it. (Note: CardioGirl was the only one of you who caught his pink collar in the photos lately)
I snapped that bad boy around his neck and snarled at him in my best "disappointed mother" voice, "There. Now you have to wear a girly collar. AND I'm gonna tell Matt Cabel that you are wearing a girly collar too." That showed him.
Damn, if that cat doesn't wear his pink proudly. Sigh.
I can't win.