When our cat was spayed, I modified a newborn size onesie to dress her in. She managed to wiggle out of it even while sound asleep. Getting out of this costume would be a piece of cake for her.

I wonder how they get them to stay in place. It’s not a steep slope, but it’s definitely not a flat roof. So far I have resisted the urge to ring the doorbell and ask about the roof.

This is in central Saskatchewan. Presumably those southwest roofs are flat - this isn’t.

Given that this is a tortoiseshell, tremble before her.

Is it wrong to hope that he someday finds himself destitute and homeless?