Speaking of costumes that show a merry disregard for realism or history, ^.
In other news, Mooch is great and I probably don’t deserve him. He’s bored with me right now because I’m typing like a dolt instead of playing, but after a few minutes of mooching around (see what I did there?) disconsolately, he found a pompom on the floor and is attacking it with all the joy and verve of a sugar-enhanced toddler.
Sorry, too cute, must go play with mini panther.