Or, you know, financially devastating.
...It sounds less fun that way.
Anywhos, the hats appeared, and while I do not plan on modeling them because I don’t really look good in hats, I made my cats model them, because even though they look less-good they look much funnier in them. Plus, it gave me an excuse to torture them. Please excuse the blurriness, they were supremely uncooperative. Sometimes I wish I had a dog.
White hat, modeled by a Very Sad-Looking Tatum
Brown hat, modeled by Sugar, retreating. Also: she hates you. And by “you” she means “everyone, bitches. But particularly Tatum, who opted to include his ass in this picture.”
But you should not feel sorry for them. No. Because I cater to their almost-every whim. Including Tatum’s propensity for jumping on my back, when I happen to bend over and write something.
He can stay like that for hours.