Because when he was a tiny scrawny rescue kitten, it was v. cold and he was v. cold all the time, so my mom put him in little shirts:
And then didn’t really…stop doing so.
Also, he is not a freely-allowed-outdoors cat; in the above case, there had been some shenanigans. Usually, he is a visits-the-outdoors-with-a-leash-and-a-human sort of cat.
[Important edit: the bird was unharmed! My aunt took them away from Basti, and aside from a bit of a shaky start, it hopped up onto the branch of a nearby tree and then flew off, possibly thanking its lucky starlings.]
This hit 3000 notes, so I’ll update it by telling you that my mom texted
me this photo captioned with “O no! Your brother is on the patio, bucknaked!”
Death By Catchphrase 