misosouper, a shopping blog

Oh to be a cat: what other species is gifted a happy, red design object because their ass stinks?

My dog Lucy has a tattoo, a gift of identification from the South Florida animal shelter we collected her from 8 years ago.  She looks identical to this pup, complete with white patch on her chest and a forlorn attempt at a sneer.  Life on the streets makes you tough, yo.

I found this wicker dog basket for a friend from Chicago that was on the hunt for a bicycle seat for her pup.  I’d buy it for myself, but my dog would tip the front of my bike over, and my cat would look like popcorn pinging around in a hopper (check out this pic to see exactly what I mean).  So:  if you buy this, please send me a photo of you and your pooch at anna {at} misosouper.com, so we can all ogle your adorableness.

*Yes, I know it’s out of stock, but if you read the user reviews, it seems to be perpetually backordered.  Put your name on the list, and they’ll ship after the baskets are out of production.

Because my past few posts are obviously bringing the wacky back, I present to you:  cat wigs.

Do these need commentary?  Because if the answer if yes, then read Anderson Cooper, pontificating on the phenomenon.   Oh, Anderson, so obviously not a cat person:  like merkins, cat bewiggery is all about the fantasy.  Look deep into her eyes, and you’ll see a roiling blue pool of desire and longing that will now be happily sublimated through her cornflower wig, instead of unleashed on the kids’ stuffed animal bin.