Lion disappeared for most of the day after he saw some of the other boys wearing a witch's hat, but I haven't given up on him. If I can get a photo this weekend, it's still going to be well worth the effort.
Possum was an impatient martyr:
Toffee doesn't want to be a witch; he wants to be a fierce old Pilgrim:
Harris, who has a scratch on his nose, would have worn the hat for an hour if necessary. He is so patient. I wish all of my cats had attended Miss Robin's School of Modeling: