It’s no secret that I have a “thing” for hairless cats. But what you may not know, is that I follow a pole dancer on Instagram. Her name is Erin (no relation), and she has a Sphynx cat named Pickles.
Full disclosure: I do not know Erin. I have never spoken to her. I’m sure she’s a lovely person, and a very talented pole dancer. But to be honest, I just really, really love her cat.
Following her on Instagram means that I get pics of Pickles in sweaters. He really loves to wear them.
And photos of Pickles staring out the window, just trying to decide what it is that life really means, anyway.
Sometimes Pickles is caught in the middle of a bath. Something that I’m sure he secretly hates, but I very openly adore.
Other times it seems like he wants to take after his mom, and play dress-up in her fancy dancing clothes.
Did I mention that there are some really cute baby photos of him as well?
The truth is that Pickles may never know how fully I do adore him. And I do adore him, I really do. But I hope that somewhere in his little hairless heart, he can feel my tiny eyes sending him love thoughts.
Also, Pole Dancer Erin, thank you for making Pickles wear so many awesome sweaters. It really does mean the world to me. Happy Caturday, everyone!