No, Hooman. Just No.
It's my duty to inspect things for my hooman; his food, his furniture, his shopping, his cupboards, his general tidiness (lacking), his smell...and his clothes.
It's in his best interests.
I'm looking out for him.
I noticed his clothes cupboard slightly open before.
I don't like closed doors.
I meowed at it.
Hooman said; 'Really? It's not that interesting, Frankie'
I meowed again.
And again.
And again.
He huffed; 'Okay then - go in if you really want to'
I went into the clothes cupboard.
It smelt a bit musty.
I looked up at the clothes.
Pinks, blues, bright yellow, a lot of black, some grey.
Not great.
I lifted my head and had sniffs.
It all lacked catty scent.
Also not great.
I pawed at the clothes.
My claws got stuck.
I meowed for my hooman's help.
He took too long.
We got my claws free.
I decided.
I don't like the clothes in that cupboard.
My hooman can do better.
I have meowed my notes to him on this matter.
I hope he listens to my advice.

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