This is rent for living with me.
Every time I go to the drug store I find clearance halloween pet costumes and Victor says that’s a sign that I’m taking too many drugs but really it’s more just a sign that I’m too lazy to go to the grocery store. Also, I don’t think the grocery store has pet costumes but they should because OMG YOU GUYS:
I bought this one for Dorothy Barker but she hated it so instead Hunter S. Thomcat got it. He didn’t love it but he was too lazy to take it off.
Dottie was also not a giant fan of this one either because she doesn’t like wigs so I tried to give it to Ferris Mewler.
He was not impressed.
In fact, he kept hovering over the stove like he wanted to catch himself on fire. So, not a winner.
And then, just as I was giving up on finding a halloween outfit that one of my furry children would actually wear, the perfect outfit appeared.
She loves it. Probably because I keep giving her treats for being adorable. And maybe because she gets to hold a knife. Hard to say.
PS. My daughter has inherited the terrible pun gene.
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