Although Kendal was still not old enough to really “get it,” we did celebrate Halloween by going trick-or-treating to a few places: Mommy’s work, Great-Grandma DeeDee’s, and Terri’s.

She tolerated her kitten-eared hood better than I though she would and actually left it on so people could identify what exactly she was, since her pawed mittten hands didn’t work out so well (she wouldn’t keep them on) nor did the face-paint nose and whiskers. On the trial run she smeared it all over so it looked more like the face of a chimney sweep than a kitty.