This positively cracks me up.

Shags rocking the power of the pink, in all his feline manliness. And with only a minimal crazed look in his eyes. If he knew colors, I’m pretty sure he’d claw our eyes out.

I had TC run this PetSmart errand for me. Shags keeps disappearing in the ‘hood, fooling neighbors since he somehow finagled the other tag off his neck.

He pesters them for food and attention. Especially at inopportune times, like, oh say, 1:15 a.m. No joke, I got a text the other week from one neighbor asking if we could contain him at night. Ha. Me, contain Shags? Yeah, right. Who can contain an outdoor cat?

In an attempt to keep the annoying cat calls to a minimum, TC offered to get a new tag made.

WTF, TC? Pink?! What happened to plain old black.

His answer? “I thought it would compliment his god damn fur.”