What do cats think about when you're away?

Algernon folded his paws under his corpulence as he lay on the back of the couch. A pair of squirrels chased one another outside the window, but he paid little heed: his thoughts were of far greater import. 

"How they will pay," he thought, eyeing the horizon under beetling brows. "The wretches will pay." His plan was almost complete: A pile of vomit near the humans' precious refrigerator, a well-placed cardboard box, and a stairwell door left ajar. Algernon chuckled - his fat body rippling.

Now, all he needed to do was stay awake long enough to carry out his plan. The details had a habit of slipping his mind while he dozed, and he had to act now while they were still fresh. First thing's first: he needed open the basement door. He stood up, stretched, and yawned. Just then a cloud front broke, casting sunlight onto Algernon's couch. He blinked steadily in the light. He settled himself back down. The sunlight was so warm, and the kitchen so far away…

His eyelids drooped. He purred for a moment and slept.

Wear this shirt: to your job interview at the yarn factory.

Don't wear this shirt: around your unemployed cats.

This shirt tells the world: "I have a'CUTE' allergies."

We call this color: Russian Royal Blue

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