What the heck!?

Last Saturday, I decided to be a hero and finally tackle the jungle that was my closet. Armed with garbage bags and espresso, I was ready for battle. After unearthing a relic from 2010 (seriously, who needs five faux fur vests?), I stumbled upon a box marked “Christmas Decorations.” I thought, “Why not put up some cheer early?” In my zeal, I reached into the box and pulled out what I thought was a festive Santa hat—only to realize mid-wobble that it was actually my cat’s play toy. Dozens of little catnip mice had probably cheered him on as I posed like a holiday icon, completely unaware.
Picture this: me wearing a giant, fuzzy red hat with white fluff in front of a full-length mirror while Charlie, my bemused tabby, looks at me with the kind of judgment only a cat can muster. It’s the ultimate irony—trying to spread joy, but instead, I just turned into the unwitting star of a feline casting call. So, there I was, a laughing stock of my own creation, complete with my cat giving me a high-five… or maybe it was his way of saying, “WTF!?!?”