Maybe you are wondering why I am just sitting here. I already knew that running away was futile. Luckily I was not the first one to be subjected to the misery known as “Halloween cat costumes.”
Binga got to be a shark. I thought it was pretty appropriate, actually, but apparently she did not agree.
In fact, within about three minutes, she was trying to destroy the costume. It was like a scene from Jaws.
I have no idea why my human thought Boodie would make a good vampire cat.
Nevermind, I take that back.
Since Boodie hated the costume so much, she decided to put it on me instead. I hoped that would be the end of it, but no dice.
My human wanted me to be a butterfly.
I, on the other hand, decidedly did not want to be a butterfly. I pulled out every trick in the book on how to not get photographed — and you know I have a bunch of ’em!
Plus the darn thing wouldn’t stay on right. Well, I wasn’t exactly helping any.
Binga added to my humiliation by making fun of me.
I think even the dog felt sorry for me. Which was the worst! I am so glad this is done for the year!
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