When I was a little girl I spent hours dressing my kittens and puppies in doll dresses. On Sunday, Mom told me where the dresses were and to show my niece how to dress the cat. The time had come for her to know. I picked out my favorite dress and started in on Count Rugen. While I worked at getting his freakish six toes through the narrow sleeves, my niece told me repeatedly that "Cats don't wear dresses!" And in between bites, Rugen voiced his agreement with her. Finally the deed was done. My niece didn't seem too impressed. Rugen laid around for a little while, and then the dress came off again. But that doesn't mean that the Count wasn't tormented by other means the rest of the evening! Poor cat.