Or as everyone else besides me calls it, Thundershirt. I swear, every time I see those blasted commercials, I start singing “THUN-DER ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah” (you’d have to imagine that being sung and not spoken with all those ahs). You know – the song by AC/DC. Thunderstruck. Hot damn, I love that song. Anyway, Thundershirt. I think we’ve all seen the commercials by now. It’s the little coat for your dog that supposedly hugs him tight and makes him feel right with the world (meaning he no longer gets so freaked out over a thunderstorm that he barks his face off and pees I guess – I don’t know as I don’t have a dog). Well, get this…they now sell Thundershirts (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah…) for CATS!!!!! AAAHAHAHAHAAA! Hilarious and awesome at the same time – hilariome (hilsome?)! Now, I know some of you (you know who you are) are saying “Lizzie, WHO CARES???!!! I’m not that wild about cats in the first place, and quite frankly, I think you’re a little over the top with yours. Seriously, I mean does it really matter whether or not a cat is afraid of thunder?” Two words - suck it! I’m kidding (kinda). Well, I’ll tell you who DOES care:
One Mr. Ralph “Ridiculous” Lewis. He’s not so much afraid of thunder (well, maybe he is but I think I’ve heard thunder once in the eleven years I’ve lived in LA). He’s more afraid of everything. He’s a renaissance scaredy cat. So guess what? HE’S GETTING ONE! HA! After watching Ralph dive like a seal (a real one, not a Navy one) under our covers again when he heard the neighbors opening their door, I figured that I should probably do something about the utter terror he feels pretty much all the time. I mean, if it’s complete crap, I can return it for a money-back guarantee, right? It can’t hurt. Unless Ralph is traumatized when we try to put it on him. We’ll cross that bridge…
You know me, though, I’ll take lots of pictures. This is going to be hilariome!
THUN-DER! I’m going to be singing that all day. WOO HOO!