...loves plastic bags. I'd say that a plastic grocery bag is his favorite toy, seeing as how we rarely buy them actual cat toys. (Reese likes rubber bands and ponytail holders, in case you were wondering. And yes, we plan to use the same logic with our children, letting them play with scissors, knives and bottles of bleach instead of blocks, crayons, and board games.)
Anyways, I had the 4 pairs of pants in the plastic Kohl's bag sitting by the door ready to be returned. Today, as I left, I just picked up the bag and took them straight to the return desk. I dumped out the pants onto the counter and was SO embarrassed. I'm assuming Tuna decided to sleep in the bag because there was cat hair all over the pants! I was SO embarrassed!
The cashier said, "Oh. You must have a dog."
Me, looking mortified and trying to minimize conversation, just said "yep."
Cashier: "What kind of dog do you have?"
I panicked. First, I'm a terrible liar. Second, I wanted my imaginary dog to sound logical to match up with the long white hairs on the pants, so I answered, "Poodle."
Poodles don't even shed, do they?