Before I show off this year's horrible, embarrassing outfit that my Mom has picked out for me, lets quickly run through the past three years of torture:
First, she carved a pumpkin that looked like me and stuffed me inside.
THEN, she dressed me as a cow. A depressed cow, apparently.
Last year, I was Glenn Danzig. That one was okay, because my hair wasn't long enough for a death lock, and I didn't have to wear anything on my head. Which I hate.
This year's the most torturous yet. You may have previewed me on The Frisky, but the next few days will be my own personal hell. I'll fill you in on Monday.
Call the ASPCA!