September is here...oh the horror

Listen up folks...there are a horrifying 59 days left til Halloween. The time when your human becomes a nutjob more so then normal and decides you need to "dress up". I don't see my neighbors giving out cans of tuna each year. This is last year's costume. It cost my human her favorite pair of shoes. Oh yeah, I peed on them. I'd do it again if she hadn't moved them all behind the doors. They hang there magically and I can't quite figure out how to reach up there just yet. I repeat... JUST.. yet.

Now for those of you other cats out there...don't try to play dead when they do this costume thing...it doesn't work. It makes it easier for them to put it on. One can of tuna isn't worth it.. a year supply...maybe. I'm hearing stuff like "mermaid" for this year already...I'm drinking up lots of water as we speak.

After Party Blues

And so the humilation begins with the wearing of the bells. I'm already the center of attention..but why would they think I would enjoy such a huge accessory? I think a little collar would have been tasteful or maybe a little bowtie? Yes...I can see myself with a bowtie...very classy. There were plenty of humans who were very generous with gifts and one even brought their cat along. I can't say Dita was very happy with that. My toys consisted of (all catnip filled) a cigar, a heart, sardines, mice, bouncy balls with bells (my revenge will be sweet with these), fish on a string, feathers on a string, and a mouse that can't make up its mind where its going. There was plenty of good food but there were also lots and lots of feet around. I spent most of the evening in one of the rooms where there were fewer people. I also ended up letting a few of them know they had more then enough by knocking their glasses out of their hands. Seriously.. look at them... Tell me they haven't had enough here....and where am I in the photo you ask? I had the good sense to run away...far far away from the clicky clicky thing they constantly chase me around with. Well i'm off to go enjoy some of those little mice and try to forget and possibly bury that blue thing at the bottom of my litter box. Oh the horror of it all!