It's the time of year for spooks, spirits and costumes! This year, her first Hallowe'en, Esme has chosen to be a pretty pink butterfly.














Sprocket usually chooses the vampire route and goes as Count Sprockula.













This year, however, he decided to try something different and chose a devil costume instead. He's calling himself the Demon Sprockubus, Hellhound Malificarus.













Which is just as well, because someone else in our household felt he would be much better suited to sucking out lifeblood and YOUR VERY SOUL. (Plus, he thought he looked damn spiffy in the cape.)














What of the fourth member of our household, you may ask?

And well you might...

BEHOLD!

FUSSPOT ELVIS!

He chose 70s Elvis for the flashy jumpsuit and gold shades.

I don't know if you can tell but his jumpsuit is indeed bell-bottomed.
















da-DUM! (snick snick)
da-DUM! (snick snick)
Fusspot threw a party in the county jail!
Puppy band was there and they began to wail!
The band was jumpin' and the cat began to swing -
You should have heard these dressed-up doggies sing!
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the dog pound block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Sprocket Rocket played the tenor saxophone,
Little Es was blowin' on the slide trombone.
The drummer cat from Kattegat went crash, boom, bang,
The whole rhythm section was the Bloodhound Gang.
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the dog pound block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

A stray dog was a sittin' on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weepin' all alone.
Fusspot said, "Hey, buddy, don't you moan and groan!
If you come play with us you get your own chew-bone!"
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the dog pound block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.


/"Hound Dog" would have been too easy
/More costumed pet pictures at my Flickr