It’s Halloween and I am crabby. Look at me!! Just look at my public humilation. And for what? MaxE is such a good sweet kitty. I am so good to Mama and she repays me by forcing me to wear this stupid costume. Cats DON’T wear clothes. MEOW!
This is just awful. I will need hours and hours of play therapy and thousands of treats to recover from my public shame. I CHASE feathers. I don’t wear them.
My humiliation is so great that I must hide my face, so you cannot see what this has done to me. I have no spunk. No pep. No sass. I am reduced to being a cat in a costume, rather than a ferocious feline.
I solemnly swear that I will get my revenge! MaxE will seek justice for the crimes perpetrated against him. No feline (or even a doggie!) should be forced to wear a costume to entertain their Mama. She claims it’s for Halloween but she lies. She made me wear this BEFORE Halloween. Save me from this indignity!
Max in Boots. Please. These aren’t even boots. And no self-respecting cat wears boots anyway. We don’t need them! I don’t need a cape to be a superhero. I am MaxE! Chief Mischief Maker, not a fairy tale kitty. This is exhausting. I shall pout until I am rid of this horrible costume.
Mama insists I wish everyone a Happy Halloween. I hope you have a better one than I did. I didn’t even get any extra treats!!! So now I’m going to play lots of tricks on Mama tonight!