A purrrrrfect purse.

Imagine, if you will. You're a young and impressionable boy, growing up in the gritty world of smallville, Holland. One day, your parents decide it's time you learned about responsibility, so they go out on a limb, and give you a kitten; a lovely, tiny, black kitten.

Then imagine, if you will, the cat going blind of old age 17 years later, and you being forced to put the cat to sleep, to put it out of its misery. You can imagine that, having spent a good 2/3 of my life with that cat, I still kinda miss him, despite it being over a year ago.

* world's smallest violin plays in the background.

Anyway, my point is this. It's too late for me, but if this ever happens to you then don't despair, because you can always turn your good ol' friend ..

.. into a purse.

Cheers