Fashion Week: Cat Edition✧

Pink sweater, plaid skirt, sitting on her cat tree like she has somewhere important to be. Maybe a brunch reservation she’s running fashionably late to. She tolerated the whole outfit for about five minutes, which in cat time is basically an eternity.

The posture was something else, though. Back straight, chin up, tail wrapped neatly around her paws. You’d think she was born to wear couture. In reality she was probably just plotting how to wiggle out of it the moment I looked away.