Perhaps it was the way Milo cries pitifully at the door, but only when Lucy is outside, that on a whim we decided to order tiny harnesses for our cats. When they arrived today, I eagerly pulled them from the box, but then stood there dumbly with a tangle of colorful nylon straps hanging from my hand: the engineering was a mystery to me. Fortunately, they included directions, and when I lifted those from the bottom of the package I read the brand name of our new merchandise: come with me kitty and laughed out loud.
Because that's not creepy at all.
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