Mom works in an office where she can wear tee shirts and jeans on some days. (She says she goes to work so she can keep us cats in the style to which we have become accustomed. I assume she means an ample supply of noms.) She has a lot of tee shirts so she takes them out of the closet and stacks them on the bed as she looks through them to decide which shirt fits her mood. Obviously, these are clean shirt that have no cat furs on them at all. It's my job to make sure mom goes to work with cat hair on her.
Here's the thing, though. When mom doesn't wear her glasses, things can get pretty silly.
I know right where I am. Shouldn't it be clear to her? She's the one who put these here. I'm pretty sure her tee shirts didn't get all fluffy and sprout a tail.
But, love my mom, she calls my name and then realizes where I am and I get extra scritches.
Mom laughs and heads off to work and I get to lie in nice smelling tee shirts all day.
Pilchard.