Well, Mom got me a new sweater today so I am no longer a red shirt. I now have a nice fitting striped shirt that I can slip out of if I try hard enough but Mom knows that so she’s keeping a good eye on me. ***sigh***
Oh well. At least it fits nicely and doesn’t have to be rigged to stay on me. MOL! Although that was half the fun because if Mom didn’t rig it right I could just take it off. It was fun because it kept her on her toes. ***mischievous purrs***
But I’ll figure this one out soon enough.