I have to admit that I am not the snappiest turtle or
dresser that you will ever meet. Of course I care about my appearance but the truth
is I don’t really care if other primates don’t prove receptive to my presentation. I typically try to wear a
light fleece jacket for most public hangings (of artwork) but when the lint
builds up into a genuine fur coat or if my nose and toes turn bluer than normal
from the cold it’s time for the OVERCOAT.
Though our rumpled exteriors are similar I do not own a
traditional ‘oh so cool’ ‘Colombo-style’ khaki coat since I live more in a
depression than in a trench. Anyway my wife already fears what I will do
pants-less when bored in ordinary outerwear with free-flowing flaps, so she swaddles
and keeps me occupied with pockets full of linty mints, stripped zippers and hidden
snaps. Typically now when the weather turns foul like my breath, I’m routinely poured
into and cinched up tight inside a bulky hooded ripstop cocoon to keep most of winter
out and hopefully my cold shoulders or other pointy parts in.
Like that baseball crime-fighter Batman, I like to keep my
gear handy and strapped to me at all times for emergencies. So these jumbo
jackets come in handy for a fat-cat’s hat n’ glove storage and on occasion when
my bicycle’s airbags fail. However those puffy parkas in concert with my hulking
hide also make it nearly impossible to locate a set of keys, coins, or a ball
point pen without a side-trip to the airport to be scanned by a metal detector.
Can’t anyone boast of a toasty overcoat that I can actually find things in that’s smaller than a bread-box, or at least is sewn with a transparent marsupial pouch to see the bun crumbs breed in my pocket bottoms? Finally modern couture that’s kind to my tiny insect mind – jackets that not only keep me and the thorax warm but also entertains too; with sea monkey stores on one side and an ant farm on the other. Anyway those salty shrimpy snackitizers will come in handy if ever forced to bivouac in a giant forest with my fellow formicidae, under the stars and a bounce-house sized winter, stuffed n’ tufted toga, to keep the Queen and me warm.
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