I often wear pearls to work, because they look pretty and also because I figure it will confuse some of the sexist men I have to talk to. That is, when you're being ball-busted by a bossy bitch, you don't expect her to be wearing pearls, right?
On a whim, I put them around my cat as I undressed out of my workdrag this evening:
AHAHAHAHAHA.
She's standing on her favorite thing in the whole world, a big plastic bag made out of soft plastic. It's like, her thing. She won't settle until I spread it out on my bed. Also, in this second photo she is rapidly on her way to Not Amused.
But she pulled it together for one last shot: