I would like to preface this shirt with a warning.  Little did I know (and before conversing with Shao-Lin monks, who shoke their heads wearily upon learning my fate), this seemingly-cute shirt was a harbinger for disaster.  By day, I wear this shirt and I'm a mild-mannered stock employee for Target.  By night, however, I run quickly and quietly on top of masonry walls bordering my house only to stop and occasionally spray something that offends me.  I found myself shredding my own couch as my nails suddenly became sharper along with the sudden need to shed excess keratin.  I also take to licking my own armpit hair only to vomit copious hairballs on my carpet later.  My 6-year old son was upset with me for coming across one of my "land mines" that I left last night in the sand pit that I made for him in the backyard.  I also find myself igoring my family at night, laying on the back of the couch and completely ignoring my wife when she calls my name...wait...that happens during the day too.  I'm so confused.  I fear that I may do myself an injury if I'm not spayed soon.