Auntie Gets Herself a Retail Cat

I am getting myself a retail therapy cat said my aunt. I met one once, and I am telling you that you simply can’t! She had made up her mind and brought home Mrs. T. A well-dressed cat that was persnickety, stuck-up and snooty. She won’t speak to me and she puts on airs, said my Aunt Lee. I told you not to bring one home I said, laughing a bit with know-it-all-glee. Mrs. T was outfitted in round dark shades with white rims. Her leopard cape was elegant without any kind of extra flair or trims. She was carrying a black patent leather purse when out popped a mouse. The creature was wearing a mink pillbox hat that outclassed our house. A mouse too! Said my aunt. What on earth was I thinking? The mouse ran up into a wall and died there, so now things are stinking.