Carl, generally, is naked. But it’s ok, because he’s a cat.
On this day, against my admonishment, hubs and the 6yo opted to dress him.
Note the 6yo, completely collapsed from hysteria. You can just see the glee on her face, behind hubs’s hand (the one shimmying the cat’s leg into the arm of a doll robe).
One of the great things about Carl is that he tolerates such behavior. God love him.
This is how we eat. 