This morning I tried ta lick off all the ink. I couldnt, but I smudged some of it around good. I'll work on more smudgin tonight when he is asleep.
He says he wants to adjust the pretty onesie ta make it fit. Right! By the time he does THAT, I wont need ta wear it annymore. MOL!
THE BIG THING: Well, Iza, the pen says "safe, non-toxic", so if you want your tongue to be blue for a few days, go ahead and lick at my artwork! And speaking of my artwork, keep in mind that I was trying to draw on your pudgy sides while you were squirming. Did Van Gogh have a soft squishy canvas that kept moving? No! Well, maybe Dali did...
I'll try to do better on the other side.
Oh, and since you threatened to get outside and run to a neighbor to claim you are being tortured, I'm gonna write "This cat is not being tortured" on your garment. IN RED!
Well, even if it takes til the day you go back to the vet to get the stitches out to get the onesie to fit, I want to see the look on his face when you come out of the carrier and he sees there is an alternative to the cone. ;)