I pulled his little costume hood off, making him whine, and ruffled his hair. "I thought you would be at school, Ozzypop. Why aren't you? And you really answered the door like that?"

Oz blinked and looked down at himself. It was like a fluffy, zip-up onesie that he wore, black fur with a white patch on the tummy that spread out either side of the zip. He had little whiskers drawn on his face, too.

"I'm not supposed ta open the door by myself," Oz said guiltily. "But Da—Blake is in the shower and I thoughts . . . what if it's Mr postman? He always brings lottsa good...