Cat in a Hoodie
It had sleeves, but they came down over his elbows and restricted his walking. Then we tried rolling them up, but they were too bunchy under his arms. So I had to get all teenage-redneck-circa-1985 on it and cut off the sleeves.
In spite of what his facial expression might tell you, Alistair doesn't seem to mind wearing the hoodie. I swear, it's for his own benefit. It's cold in the house, and he loves to snuggle on and under blankets in front of the space heater. So why not give him a portable warm fuzzy, right?
Okay, and I admit, part of the reason I dress him in clothes is because he reminds me of that fat orange cat in the tiny T-shirt that Fievel befriends in An American Tail.
It's not easy finding clothes for cats, you know. Sure, dog clothes are everywhere, and technically even this hoodie is made for a dog, but it's hard to get a decent fit. The small is too small, the medium is too large, or Alistair can walk right out of the gaping neck opening.
Maybe the dearth of cat clothes is because most cats are like Henry. We don't even try with him. He would be scarred for life.
But Alistair is pretty easygoing. He didn't resist his fluffy jingle bell Christmas collar, his hoodie, or even the time I put him in a pink cable knit sweater with a pearl necklace attached. Though he did pitch a royal fit when we put him in a Santa hat. Guess he's not a fan of Old St. Nick.
Here he is looking all gangsta with the hood up:
I don't leave it up for long because I can't tell if he likes it or hates it. He seems neutral toward the hoodie itself, but I don't want to push my luck.