Ah, Giacomo. I see they have imprisoned you as well. Brave heart, my companion. Steel bars do not a prison make, eh?

Ptui! I spit on those gendarmes and the disrespect they have shown you. And me as well, non? Who are they to clap men such as we in the irons of shame? The very thought, that we would be treated like criminals, like those cats who spend their lives squeezed into the darkest alley corners!

What are you in for? Oh, I see, for squeezing into a dark alley corner. Oui, myself as well. But even still, not the darkest, eh?

Well, it is of no consequence now. For though they think us held tight, they do not know what we have been through together. Giacomo, do you recall the Tower of London? Ha ha, yes, that night exactly! You said you could fit through the bars, and I said you would never, and then you fit your head through and somehow became so very flat! And then you were out, and I was made a liar! Ha ha! But I forgave you soon after as we fled through the hills. For a week, we slept among the fishermen’s boats, living on rats and cod. Ah, Giacomo. Those were the good years.

Do not speak of it here, my friend, for the walls have ears, but I know you, and I know you will not be with us long. I ask you now, as a friend: when you go, take me with you, non? I can be ready at a moment’s notice, all I need is a few seconds to grab my adorable little hat and rapier.

Wear this shirt: in a white-hot snuggly fury.

Don’t wear this shirt: if you’re trying to convince someone they don’t need to get a cat. That widdle face will end up dissolving any argument you come up with.

This shirt tells the world: “Oh, no, they can’t confiscate my cat!” “Oh, yes, they can!” “Oh, no, they can’t!” “Oh, yes, they can!” “OH, NO, THEY CAN’T!” “OH, YES, THEY CAN!”

We call this color: An Anagram For “Charles Perrault” Is “Larche Purr Slate” Which Is Probably Some Kind Of Cat Commune Or Something

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