For my birthday my mother in law gave me a gift certificate to Bloomingdales.
As much as I would have liked to have spent it all on makeup, I decided to be sensible and buy some sweaters. I REALLY needed sweaters.
Because they were having a sale, I managed to get five sweaters. I would like to tell you about my favorite sweater.
I have been fantasizing about the perfect sweater in my mind for a few years now. Tan/camel colored, cashmere, long sleeve.
I would wear it with my jeans and boots on the weekend in the fall whilst I strolled through Central Park with the husband, arm in arm, admiring the beautiful colors of the trees, not a care in the world. OR, I would wear it sipping tea at the Waldorf Astoria with my chocolate colored slacks or my chocolate colored skirt, the society women nodding at me with approval.
Regardless of whether or not either of those things would actually happen, I still really wanted that freaking sweater.
Then I saw it. Right there in Bloomingdales waiting for me to give it a new home.
I would never splurge on something like that for myself, but this was a gift certificate people!
So, I brought it home, and in its Bloomingdales bag it sat.
I've been meaning to reorganize my clothes, but summer has been clinging on, and it hasn't been time to make the switch from spring/summer clothes to fall/winter clothes.
So, I left the sweater in the closet in the hallway. Behind closed doors in its brown paper cocoon for safe keeping.
Yesterday morning the husband woke up early to pee and he decided to feed the cats so they wouldn't stand outside our bedroom door and yowl.
When he walked into the living room he found this on the floor:
My dream sweater, DESTROYED.
One of the cats opened the closet door, took the sweater out of the bag, dragged it into the living room and slit its throat like it was enemy #1.
We weren't sure which cat did it until I walked a few feet from the now destroyed sweater to my desk to upload the picture and this happened:
At first I thought maybe Mookie was just enjoying THE sweater's amazing softness, but then this happened:
RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES.
OH THE HORROR!
Mookie better thank the kitty gods that he's so cute.
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