This makes me think of my first apartment in Philadephia, before I became a cat slave. One of my neighbors had two cats, and some of us were planning to go out to a popular crab house which didn't accept reservations for parties of less than 6. One of us tried to get a couple of friends to come along, but when that fell through I suggested that we dress the cats in baby clothes and take them along to make our party of 6.

"The mailman had whiskers, and we DON'T want to talk about it!"

(As it turned out, just 4 of us went, and we didn't have to wait very long.)

I've occasionally considered dressing Don Juan in baby clothes and strapping him into a car seat, so that I can drive in the carpool lane.

Liz