Unfortunately (or something), I'm breaking from tradition by not dressing my cat up for Halloween this year. I hope you have a good support system in place that will help you deal with this great tragedy. Halloween's cancelled, guys, since I can't make pop culture references by dressing my cat in an outfit that my boyfriend would have done the lion's share of work conceiving and creating anyway. BOO HOO (emphasis on the boo because of what was once Halloween).
In all seriousness: Whoops! I blame the fact that we redid our kitchen (again, my boyfriend did the lion's share of work because...I don't know. I'm domestically lazy and incompetent?). Also, I'm in Austin, Texas, for a reason that I can't wait to recount and share. I'm right on top of that, Roses.
In the meantime, please accept these pictures of Winston sitting on a pizza box as a shitty substitution for pictures of him in a Halloween costume. He's a pizza guy or an eating-disorder encourager or an anti-pizza box supporter or a vegan. You choose!