You know how I love to lie on mom's clothes when she either brings them up from the basement after washing and drying or when she pulls her shirts out of the closet to decide which one to wear. This one came out last month.
Mom got this at the Edgar Allen Poe museum in Richmond, Virginia a long time ago, long before I came to live with her. She says it was foreshadowing.
I was gone last weekend which causes more than a little stress around here. Pilchard has decided to remind me of what I missed.
I love the look on her face. We could do a whole caption event with this photo. She's also been waking me up about 1 am, sitting on the pillow next to me and meowing. No, I don't have photos of that.
I like to think that we black cat co-habitors (I don't really like the term 'owner' because I'm not sure who owns whom in my house) are cool every day of the year, but especially on this date. Pilchard used to sit in the front window and watch the trick or treaters arrive until one little boy thought it would be fun to rush the window and scream at her. Since then, she hides.
Said recollection leads me to my next point. Although I know I'm 'preaching to the choir', as it were, I hope you will all keep your House Panthers safe tonight. I came back from my trip with raging allergies and a nasty cough so I'm not handing out treats this year. That will mean few stomps on the front steps and few rings of the doorbell, which send both of my girls scurrying. So, Pilchard is saying to me, "I don't care how cool you think my living with you makes you, I am not amused by this holiday."
Have a happy and safe Halloween, wherever you are.