There have been times when my pet hasn't exactly been too keen on my position as a ladies' undergarment inspector. Consider the time when I pawed at a new, black, lace bra she had just recently purchased. The item was not too durable, and I ended up having it caught on my claws, dragging it back and forth with me throughout the house.
You would think she would have thanked me for exposing such poor craftsmanship!
Instead, she said, "I can't believe you, Zeus!"
She tried to steal it from me, but I couldn't let her have it because I hadn't completed my inspection. I rolled onto my back, used all four of my paws, and attempted to rip it back into my clutches. She told me we weren't playing, and I agreed, but still, she continued to her folly.
That bra hit the trash moments later: holes, tears, and all.
Clearly, it wasn't suitable for everyday wear.
Recently, in tribute of my hard work and dedication, Budlight released a commercial in my honor. I'd like to share that with you now, if I may:
Nevermind the fact that I'm not in it or that the girl is clearly not my pet. Let's not also mention how she has a drawn-on moustache and goatee. I should probably not even get into the fact that she's posing as a man looking at ladies' underwear.
Ok, so maybe it's not that terrific of a commericial.
Nonetheless, I'm truly touched. Thank you, Budlight, for recognizing me in such a way. I will not let you down.