I pulled a pair of jeans on today … and they still fit. Score!
Our old gray tabby-cat, Princess Damascus Bug-Bane (“Dama” to her friends), had a vet appointment today. It took me ages to decide what to wear. So many clothing options and so few reasons to get out of my PJs these days.
Finally, I opted for black jeans and a red pullover sweater. Matching black and red “dachshund” print face mask. I was stylin’!
I put Dama in the cat carrier (black mesh with a red stripe – hey, why not?), called the dogs and we headed off to town.
Damascus yowled and grumbled the entire drive, which is her norm on the rare occasions when she needs to be transported.
Rhonda, who usually travels quiet as a mouse, jumped into the back seat (where the cat carrier sat), laid with her head against the mesh and serenaded her friend with a series of worried woo-woo-woos, moans and encouraging little yips. I’m sure Dama was soothed by the show of ‘sisterly’ support 😘. Not!
Baxter, who had also been happy for the chance of a car ride, had the passenger seat to himself. He glanced into the back seat a few times, wondering what the fuss was all about, then buried himself in the car blankie and took a nap.
Anyway, was I ever disappointed when the vet tech came out to my car, smiled, patted the dogs, and then whisked Damascus and her spiffy cat carrier off into the clinic for her treatment. I waited in the car. Sigh.
An hour later, we were all back home, the cat was curled up on Jerry’s lap, being consoled, the dachshunds were basking in front of the wood stove, and I was once again in flannel lounge-wear.
I find myself wondering when I might have the opportunity to “dress up” again. Maybe a trip to the UPS Store to mail Christmas packages?