My underwear has recently taken a dive in structural integrity. It’s old, but it has suddenly developed a lot of frayed threads and even holes.
This is distressing because these underwear, which I particularly like, are no longer made. Which is a thing in women’s fashion. Apparently, it’s IMPOSSIBLE to make the same thing for more than 5 years. Even if it’s just bland boring underwear. It’s illegal or something?
Anyway – this morning it has become clear: the death of my underwear is being pushed along by interactions with Rebel Tim, the kitten. Who at this moment is in a such a desperate tangle with a pair of underwear that I’m fairly sure I might have rescue him or, more probably, the underwear. Claws and teeth are not friends to old thin cotton.
I should get up and save that underwear, but honestly, he’s so adorable in his underwear wrap that it’s hard to get behind stopping the behavior. Which is ANOTHER problem with kittens.