Apparently, cross-dressing runs in Jacoby’s family.
At the last cat show, Meg was saying that of his three littermates, Cousin Taz was a transvestite. I actually said he was more of an Abyssinian Ryan Seacrest, so extremely metrosexual as to be only possibly gay (not that there’s anything wrong with that).
And then we had Cousin Toki last week masquerading as a pretty pretty princess in one of Julie’s tiaras.
So, call it peer pressure. Call it genetic inevitability.
Call it Jake in a dress. One of Angel’s dresses, to be precise.
Evidently, Jake’s been learning supermodel poses from Sparkle.
If my husband finds out I put Jake in a dress, I’m in big trouble. Hell hath no fury like a man with one boycat with compromised masculinity.
Shut up, Tessie.