Seems that the Wonder Cat decided my cape would make a good bed. He dragged it off to his little hidey-hole and has made quite the futon out of it. Was none too please when I reacquired it. Of course, now that I have been without it for so long, I think I might lose it altogether. There is something clean – almost Bauhaus – about a simple uniform. ‘Course I can’t do my “Bela Lugosi” impression at the mixers anymore, but that was getting a bit old anyway.
Besides, it kind of smells like cat pee.
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