My cat has crazy pants, and I'm not talking about the denim jeans he's currently crouched on malevolently... staring at me... eating the pocket.
For those of you about to ask, I didn't leave anything in the pocket.
Still, those are not his crazy pants. My cat is part Maine Coon, a breed for being moody and enormous. He's also part Siamese, a breed known for being incredibly loud, moody, and too smart for their own good. Whoever let a Maine Coon and a Siamese breed should be forced to listen to a cat racing around their studio apartment at five in the morning...
Wearing his crazy pants.
Oh, wait, must go, it's one of his three minutes a day to be friendly and I don't want to miss it.