This is what Momma calls my "I Love Momma" face.
This is what **I** call my "Look at what I'm getting away with" face!
It's like this...Momma has this silly rule that I, as a mostly black cat, absolutely CANNOT go outside on Halloween. She's worried about hoodlums but I've got peeps to see and kibble to hunt & gather.
I tried every trick in my book to get her to throw me outside. It's worked before but I just couldn't find the right button to push this time. I scratched at her vintage lamp shade. I rubbed on and broke off more of her peach Christmas cactus. I pushed things. I whined. I rang the bell off the hook. I even had a total meltdown when she tried to put that silly costume on me.
I admit it wasn't pretty but I. Wanted. Outside.
Eventually I tried sitting on the kitchen counter. I am never allowed on the counters but she thought that this was the lesser of all evils and left me alone after taking my beauty shot. Really?
I later forgave Momma and woke her up at 3am to snuggle. I'm pretty sure she was happy to see me, especially when I wanted to sleep next to her head on the pillow. I just couldn't help myself...I love my Momma!