Nine cats, nine bedsheets, zero effort. They've each thrown on a white sheet, poked out two eye holes, and decided that's a costume. The tails give them away every single time, but nobody's brave enough to say it out loud. Bats flap around, a little moon hangs overhead, and the cats just sit there being smugly spooky. Great for the cat person who starts decorating in September, and for anyone whose pet also refuses to wear a real costume. Printed on the Gildan 18500 hoodie: heavy-blend fleece with a double-lined hood and a front pouch pocket.