Kitty came home

I had a cat once. A big fat Tom called Emacs. But when my daughter was born, it was war. To speak frankly, Emacs hated her and would take a swipe at every opportunity. Eventually, one morning after breakfast, Emacs disappeared and was never seen again. I like to think he found a nice, child-free home to pamper and take care of him. But I still look out for him when I walk down the street.

Thankfully, these cute-as-a-button Kitty Came Home purses will never desert you, nor will they take a swipe at your children. They will simply carry your belongings and look pretty in your hand.