“We still have to do Buckaroo Mitts! He’s the biggest, baddest cowboy in the Wild West!” Jaxon blinks at the outfit. “Fuck, that’s cute.” He shakes his head. “But that’s beside the point! I’m his dad; you need my permission before you dress him up! Plus”—he props his fists on his hips, looking properly outraged—“if I’d known you were doing a fashion show, I woulda got his tux steamed!” “Mittens has a tux?” He scoffs, a look of utter disgust on his face. “Every respectable cat dad has a tux for their son, Lennon. Please. You insult me.”
