There is a backstory to this: I had a pet cat named “Charlie” and he had to be put down. He was a black, boy, friendly cat, who was rescued, so when he died his estimated age was 19. There was a funny instance were he kept scratching his back and his back was bleeding so we had to get his a t-shirt for cats. The only one in his size was o pick and had a frilly heart in it. We put on him and his look said everything. The way he looked at me said “Really!?” It was hilarious.