Halloween Is For The Cats
by Steve West on October 6, 2008
Lest our feline readers feel left out, follow the links to some pretty cool costumed cats. They really look a lot more regal than their canine counterparts.
Satan's kitty
Earl, the cross-eyed cowboy kitty
I am Me-owl from Krypton
There isn't any garlic in that catnip, is there? Doubles as beatnik outfit when the collar's down.
This cat scratched the sheeite out of the photographer a second after this was taken. Udders, heh heh.
Oh, yes. I will kill you when you go to sleep.
Witches' brew
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