When I was a girl, we had a beautiful smoky-colored cat who would love to dress up in baby clothes. My sisters and I would dress this cat in baby sleepers and baby bonnets. Smokey, that was the cat's name, would lie in the doll stroller and allow us to push her around. She was a very gentle and relaxed cat, even after we fussed over her.
Occasionally, she would get fed up with us and get out of the doll stroller and run across the yard, wearing her 'baby' clothes. Our brother thought that was funny and a little weird. We, of course, were upset that she wanted to run away. We didn't want to upset our cat, we only wanted to play with her.
