I am officially 47 notches higher on the Crazy Cat Lady Scale. In honor of Princess Fiona's 1st birthday, I decided she needed a birthday hat. They don't make these for cats. (I checked Petsmart.) I ventured out to A.C.Moore to buy some crafting supplies to make her a hat, because let's face it, that's what I do. As I walked in the store, I passed the Salvation Army bell-ringer man. I politely said hi, and he looked at me kinda strange. He asked if I was a teacher, to which I asked if I looked like a teacher. He said he wasn't sure, but why else would I be coming to the craft store? I told him I was getting birthday supplies for a friend. I didn't feel like explaining that I was actually there to buy felt to make my cat a birthday hat...for obvious reasons. Some people just don't understand.
I got home and constructed a pretty sweet hat for the fur baby. Here she is!
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| Looks like the birthday girl celebrated a little too hard... |
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| Some days I wish I'd never been adopted... |
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| Getting acquainted with her new toy. |
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| Nom nom nom. |
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| A diva is a female version of a hustler. |
She better like that damn birthday hat, because I burnt the tip of my pinkie off with hot glue.
Later gators,
A
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