Yes, that is a shower curtain featuring photos of real cats in fancy dress.
When I woke up Sunday and headed into the bathroom, it wasn’t until I was seated across from it — you know — that I looked up and noticed that I was being judged harshly by fancy cats. I was quite surprised. Don had been quick to veto this shower curtain choice a few months earlier when I happened across it in a small home store, stating firmly that he would not be mocked by a bunch of jerk cats. The bathroom is no place for the feline uppercrust to vacation. Wiping away tears from hysterical laughter, while being glared at by elderly ladies browsing bins of placemats and teatowels, I let the best shower curtain I’d never even imagined existed slide back into the hanging display between the more standard bathroom theme fare of seashells and sailboats, and forgot all about it. Until Sunday morning.
Don’t think for a minute that Don and I were not meant to be together. This is True Love, my friends.
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