Every year I humiliate Jack by putting on his winter sweater. I'm not really the type who dresses up their animals but I do put on his blue, snowflake turtleneck for a laugh every year. The funniest part of the sweater is the fact that Chris bought it "for me" when we first started dating. That speaks volumes of the transformation people undergo once they stop trying to impress their new girlfriend. I can't even begin to imagine Chris at Petsmart these days cat sweater shopping.
Every year when I drag out the sweater and force the furball into it he goes limp. Basically he won't move. Which is PERFECT for taking pictures. Sorry Jack. Until next year....
