Years ago, I found a baseball cap covered with insanely bright kitty cat fabric at the thrift store. I bought it over my daughters’ strenuous protests and wore for hiking or around town — anywhere I needed to make a fashion statement, really. It was one of my favorite thrift shop finds. I wore it for years.
Basketball Girl recently bought me a new Oakland Raiders hat but insisted that I must promise to get rid of the kitty cat cap. I consigned it sadly to the giveaway pile.
Where my nephew Peter saw it. “I’ll take that!” he said. “That hat is cool!”
I thought he was joking, but he wasn’t. So now I’m the proud owner of a stylin’ Raiders hat, and Peter is the proud owner of a vintage Kitty Cat cap. I think it has warped him already.