At first I thought that Mom had brought me a great catnip-scented animal skin for me to wrestle.
That was cool!
But, no! Mom thought that it would make a cute Halloween costume for me. I blame Karl
for making her think about other species and how I might make a good giraffe
I got very upset and would not cooperate by allowing her to put my front legs through the leg holes.
I am dejected, defeated, and humiliated.
But, maybe I can transform myself back to a handsome tabby cat.
Last year I was a suave Frenchman for Halloween, but this year she tried to turn me into a giraffe. We haven't decided whether I should actually enter the contest since I wouldn't fully don the costume. What do you cats think?
P.S. Time is of the essence because Mom is leaving for California early early on Saturday morning and won't be home for a week.
Labels: Halloween, Karl, Kathy the catsitter wouldn't make me dress up so maybe I'll have to keep her and ditch Mom