When we last met Roy, he was keeping me sane by posing as an overzealous musical theater ingenue with a deep and abiding love for Bob Fosse. When mommy gets stressed, Roy acts cute - because cuteness is the universal coping mechanism for children with deranged parents.
Roy knows that The Dread is rolling in as the first day at Job I Don't Love approaches. Look what he did to amuse me! Not every cat will impersonate a Turkish Health Minister using a jumbo cup, a rubber band, and tassle filched from fancy candle packaging. All I can say is NICE FEZ, ROY. YOU ARE A GOOD BOY AND MOMMY LOVES YOU. Now go scrub the kitchen floor and MAKE SURE MOMMY CAN'T SEE ANY DIRT ANYWHERE.
P.S. Fauxhawk thinks it's very, very important to tell you that no animals were harmed in the process of making this post. I mock his concern because everyone knows that animals are here only for our pleasure and amusement.
P.P.S. Fauxhawk also thinks it's very, very important to tell you that Roy did not do this all completely on his own - Fauxhawk helped him come up with the idea for Turkish Health Minister the way parents sometimes "help" their children write book reports. I may have "helped" Roy make his fez, but this is not to suggest that our cat isn't a genius or top of his class in the Gifted and Talented program.
