Pete's Expert Summary
My human has, for reasons that defy all feline logic, acquired a large, floppy textile effigy designed for her to wear during one of those bizarre seasonal rituals. This… *costume*, as she calls it, is an assault on the senses, a cacophony of polka dots and ruffles made by a company named "Rubies." It appears to be a monument to poor taste. The puffy sleeves and garish red knickers hold little appeal for a cat of my refined sensibilities. However, I must confess a flicker of interest in the "hoop hem." While the rest of this ensemble seems a waste of perfectly good fabric that could have been used for a blanket, the potential for a self-supporting, portable fabric cave is an architectural innovation I cannot entirely dismiss.
Key Features
- Wiggles the clown costume includes dress with hoop hem and red knickers
- Multi-colored polka dot print with ruffled collar, pouf sleeves, and front pockets
- Available in standard (34 to 38-inch bust and 26 to 32-inch waist) and x-large (38-40 inch bust and 30-32 inch waist)
- Great for birthday celebrations, parades, Halloween, and more
- Look to Forum Novelties for all your Halloween, bachelorette party, Easter, Mardi grass, Christmas, and polyester patrick's day supplies
- Wiggles the clown costume includes dress with hoop hem and red knickers
- Multi-colored polka dot print with ruffled collar, pouf sleeves, and front pockets
- Available in standard (34 to 38-inch bust and 26 to 32-inch waist) and x-large (38-40 inch bust and 30-32 inch waist)
- Great for birthday celebrations, parades, Halloween, and more
- Made by forum novelties, a leader in costumes and novelty products for more than 30 years
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The thing arrived in a plastic bag that crinkled with the sound of a thousand trapped moths. My human pulled it out, and the room was suddenly filled with the scent of a factory and the sight of colors that should never coexist. She called it "Wiggles." I called it an affront. It lay sprawled on the floor like a defeated harlequin, a mess of dots and ruffles. My initial assessment was bleak. It offered no feathers, no catnip, no satisfyingly shreddable cardboard. It was, I concluded, yet another monument to human foolishness, destined to be worn once and then clog up the closet where I conduct my most important scent-marking work. I circled the perimeter, my tail giving a single, dismissive flick. The ruffled collar was an unnecessary flourish. The front pockets were clearly a design flaw, too shallow to hold anything of value, like a stolen piece of chicken or a particularly interesting bottle cap. I gave a poufy sleeve a tentative pat. The polyester felt slick and unsatisfying under my paw pads. A complete failure. I was about to retreat to my designated sunbeam for a restorative nap when the human, humming tunelessly, picked it up and gave it a shake. That’s when the miracle happened. As the fabric fell, a rigid circle embedded in the hem—the *hoop*—created a perfect, self-sustaining dome. A tent. A portable yurt of pure, unadulterated opportunity. It was a shadowy cavern, a private coliseum, a fort built just for me. My cynicism melted away like frost in the morning sun. This was not a costume. This was advanced feline habitat technology disguised as a clown suit. All my previous judgments were rendered obsolete in the face of such structural genius. The human, oblivious to my epiphany, began to shimmy into the contraption. I saw my chance. As she pulled the dress down, I darted forward, slipping beneath the glorious hoop hem just as it settled. The world outside became a muffled tapestry of polka dots. I was hidden, encased in my own mobile fortress. She took a step, and my world swayed gently. She took another, and I glided along with her, an unseen king in my private, rustling chariot. Let her be Wiggles the Clown. From my new vantage point, I was Pete the Potentate, ruler of the secret kingdom beneath the hoop, and from here, the view was absolutely perfect.
