First off, I did not set out to buy kitty-cat socks. Or any kind of socks. I had set out only to find something that cost about $10.
JCPenney had once again sent me a coupon for $10 off any item. They do this every few months and I simply cannot resist. So I took my $10 free money and headed to JCPenney. Now believe-you-me, I can ALWAYS find something, whether it’s dish towels, or plastic storage containers or a cutting board.
So, first of all to the sale racks. It’s end-of-the-season stuff and one has to be really persistent to actually discover something there. I’m not. After a few minutes, I gave up and moved on. Okay, some slacks were on sale and I tried on three pair — I swear, there is something wrong with the way they mark the sizes. They were all mis-marked. Someone at the factory slapped a bunch of Size 14 labels on pants that were obviously Size 10!
Then I thought “golf shirts!” The cute little sales girl (really, is she old enough to be working?) told me that they were pretty much sold out because, “you know, everyone has already done their back-to-school shopping.” I stared at her for a moment.
“Golf shirts? For school?”
“In my day, (a phrase I find myself using more and more), we wore dresses to school.” Of course, in my day we also had to shove the dinosaurs out of the way to get into the building.
She smiled sweetly.
“Thank you,” I said and hope it didn’t sound like a snarl. Golf shirts at school. Imagine!
So the coupon is burning a hole in my pocket and I’m getting tired of this. I want to go home, pour a glass of wine, put my feet up and finish my Agatha Christie mystery. Shopping isn’t fun like it used to be.
So now what can I find for about $10? How about socks? Yes! I always need socks — in spite of a sock drawer that is so crammed that I can barely close it. Socks — surely I can find some that are about $10. And I DO!
These are the cutest little footies — and they are on sale! Whee! A packet of 5 pair is marked down to $5.98. I grab two so for a total of $2.14, I have TEN pair of really cute socks.
As soon as I get home I put them on the ottoman where Lop Ear has been sleeping. “Look!” I tell him. “Kitty cat pictures on socks! Isn’t that just too cute?”
Now for starters, Lop Ear is a guy. Secondly, he is a cat so he does not wear socks. This is not really of any interest to him. But as he looks at them, I can see a germ of an idea flitting around under that fur skull. He is an enterprising kind of cat. I mean, didn’t he manage to shed his life as a stray and reinvent himself as my very own cat with all the privileges of living in a house and eating two (sometimes three) meals a day?
Having looked at these cute little socks, he has come up with his own idea for getting his picture on — perhaps not socks — perhaps something more like toilet paper. And I cannot think of a caption for this, so will leave you with his idea of a great kitty-cat picture. I hope it does not burn itself into your retina.
Good night and sweet dreams from Lop Ear and me.