I unpacked the sweater and the few other things and the "boob warmer" and held them to the light, admiring the knit patterns. Held them to my face to breathe in the woolly Irish smell of the yarn. Then I turned around when I heard some rustling and thumping and saw this in the box:
Wait a minute, I didn't buy a CAT in Blarney!
Oh no! What am I going to do? Should I send him back???