Okay, Mr. Mittens, it is time for your catbook picture.

Now, mum-cats tend to become a bit verklempt when their kittens graduate and they often forget to snap memories, so try to hold a nice pose to which she can refer for a purr.

Well, yes, we did give that human cub a grossular lolly to keep them from yowling—as dressing them in our buster suit was a choice of cute the kid took as an acute offense instead.

I am not sure we have any mouse-cicles for you, but if you could strike for us a pose in your freshly-brushed fur clothes, I will see if we might be able to trade you a saucer of milk for your snazzy ‘cheese’.

Ah, well done, you fine feline. Please take your receipt to the receptionist and pick the package you fancy.

Oh, and if you need some extra caboodle and are open to signing this release, there are some shots we would like to use in next year’s cat-endar: “Kit Nips: Me-yow!” Let us know. ; )