Confessions of a Big Pussy

Dang! I guess I did try the weirdest things in my ... ahem ... youth.

Here I am in that murderer outfit! Yup. I was the Dawson College mascot, Cool Cat. Every time I donned the big cat head, I inhaled the tangy, intoxicating sweat of all the previous suckers that wore this suit. I had to look through the dark "sunglases". They were really tinted pieces of plastic, permantly smudged with the finger prints, nose prints and some ... other stuff.

I normally wear size 12 shoes. The footware that supposedly came with the outfit looked more like black duck's feet. My big toe reached about halfway into the foot. This and the dark, smudged glasses made walking tough; navigating the stairs was a nightmare. The genius who invented this horror made only one air hole, at the lower part of the head. I was sweating, I couldn't breath too good and I had insisted that someone "volunteer" to be my guide. I had to take breaks every 15 minutes or else the CO2 levels got too high and I started hyperventilating.

Cool Cat also had a blue tail, held in place with a safety pin. People pulled on my tail all the time. When it came off my guide had to pin it back on.
At sporting events people would through plastic cups, beer cans, whatever they could get their hands on. Meself and this costume were so big that it blocked the view of the came. The same abuse went on at parties. It was non-stop torture ...

... But I would trade this experience for all the tea in China! Despite generaly unpleasant conditions I enjoy this. I've got to admit, when the end of the semester was looming over the horizon, I was really hoping that Cool Cat didn't have any more events to attend. Thankfully, today's mascot costumes are more "user-friendly" and much lighter.

The best part was that I could make and ass of myself (at Christmas I played a "Jack Daniels" Santa [hips!]) and no one knew who was in the outfit! Totally anonymous! Oh, what fun.