"You know, when I suggested a cat suit… I actually did have entirely something else in mind."
Juliet smirked as she pulled the giant Garfield head over her face.
"Well then Shawn, maybe next time you won't be so insistent on dictating what I wear for Halloween."
#23.2 Cat… again
Gus sucked the side of his hand.
"Aht cath aytes beee." He mumbled around his wounded palm.
"Oh come on Gus, he doesn't hate you… do you, you good little man… no you don't!" Nearby, Shawn cuddly kitty Kujo to his chest, rubbing 'her' belly while 'she' stretched luxuriously. A short distance away, Buzz and his wife spoke in mostly hushed whispers- the topic largely involving why the psychic required custody visits for a cat. A cat that, for his own reasons, he kept insisting was male, in spite of anatomy.
Examining his lacerated flesh, Gus considered that, maybe, Shawn might be onto something. After all… he never had this much trouble with the ladies… they actually considered him suave… charming… cute…
Glaring at the cat again, he managed to catch its eye- earning an ear-backed growl from its furry chest. For good measure, it shot its claws in his direction before relaxing again under his best friend's scratching fingertips.
Shawn was right, there was no way this cat was a girl.