We woke up this morning and thought to ourselves — wouldn’t Rufus look great in a bow tie? And — wait, don’t we HAVE some bow ties (made by Sly’s mom a while ago?) A totally normal conversation in our house.
I think we know how this morning ended up.
And before you start thinking that I’m a crazy stage mom (partially true) please note that once that bow tie was on, Rufus was strutting around like he owned the place. He jumped on the stool himself. We gave him a treat. Took some photos. Then spent 15 minutes oogling over how darn cute kitties in bow ties are.
Then we went back to the kitchen–where these photos were taken–and realized that in our excitement we had left the jar of treats out and open and that all three kitties were now licking their chops, the jar of treats completely toppled over and empty.
Moral of the story: don’t feel bad for this guy, he would wear a bow tie every day of the week if it meant he could have a few treats.