Whilst roaming around scenic Pittsfield last weekend, Rick and I stopped at Target. This is never good, because I always walk out of Target with three things I went in there to get and fifty things that just appealed to me as I strolled through. This week’s most notable impulse buy: a cat chicken hat. I believe the cost of it was $4.99. Pictures of cats modeling said chicken hat behind the cut.

Rick’s cat Maynard was our first victim:

Maynard hates us

He’s 25. He couldn’t get out of the chicken hat because he’s old and arthritic, so he just shot laser beams out of his eyes at us.

Joe was next, when we got back to my place. Joe wiggled a bunch, so this was the only shot Rick got of him.

Joe with chicken hat

Joe also specialized in eye-lasers.

At this point, I had the brilliant idea to put the D40 on sports setting. Cats thrashing about in Halloween costumes surely counts as a sport.

Hi, everybody!

Freddie is not arthritic. He used his paws to try to get the hat off, which is why I have him in a death grip for these shots.

Revenge of chicken hat!

Beware of Rooster Cat! He will kill you with his eye-lasers!!

Three cats tortured for $4.99. I’d say I got my money’s worth out of the chicken hat. I love Halloween.

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