Just keep strutting, Marty. Keep telling yourself that you are NOT a mouse. You’re a cat in a mouse suit.

That’s right. No mouse here, kitties. Certainly, not a mouse whose heard about all those sweet, sweet candies they have on down here on Cat Street. Nope, just a feline dressed as a rodent, strolling down the sidewalk. Totally normal on Halloween. Totally.

‘Cause you’d have to be crazy to treat-or-treat in these part and be a MOUSE, right? Everyone down on Shrew Avenue says so. Or, er, so I’ve HEARD, anyway. From friends of mine. Who happen to have mice friends. Because I wouldn’t have mice friends. I’m a cat, and everyone knows cats (gulp) eat mice.

So, even if you WERE a mouse and had devised the clever scheme of making a mouse costume to possibly trick what you thought to be stupid, fat-headed, moronic cats into thinking you were one of them, there’d be no way you’d even try it. I mean, it could NEVER work, right? You cats are way too smart, after all.

WE. I meant, “we cats”, of course. ‘Cause, I’m obviously a cat. Just in a mouse suit.

Heh heh. Meow?

Where This Shirt: If you’ve ever known the exquisite joy of rolling around in your very own pile of hard-won sugary wonder.

Don’t Where This Shirt: If you’re giving out dental floss and toothpaste, this Halloween. As a matter of fact, just keep your porch light off and save us all some trouble.

This Shirt Tells The World: “Beasts of the Dark be damned, I’m gonna get some candy up in this piece.”

We Call This Color: Brave The Night Black

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