Of course, it has to be said, apart from the crime against fashion, the shirt does have quite a few advantages over the collar. I can wash my own face and reach down to my bottom so no more spoon feeding. And I can do quite a lot of grooming - all the uncovered parts of me - before I could only just reach the very ends of my paws and, if I stretched really, really hard, the tip of my tail.
But the best thing I think is that I can return to my role as Gnawrer the Explorer! And to prove the point I managed to squeeze round the back of the Sky box and disconnected the on-demand service. Yeeessss!
Obviously I'm trying my hardest to get out of this shirt but the Lycra in it is very stretchy and so far I've not managed to get my teeth into it. Every time I try Edward waves that horrid collar thing at me. He's a funny man.
Sugar