Your hangover might say Halloween’s over, but it’s not. We’re right in the middle of it. The kids haven’t even gone out yet to get those homemade popcorn things that people put together because they’re too cheap to buy chocolate bars.
Not that I like Halloween. In fact, I hate it. I’ve hated it ever since that night in Ottawa in the 70’s when my first wife and I went to a costume party and we were the only ones who bothered to dress up. It was a house full of government workers if that explains anything.
So I swore off Halloween right then and there.
The picture is of Teesha, a family member, who likes to watch birds and animals on the National Geographic channel. I thought she was a baseball fan until I noticed that she slept through almost every game of the World Series.
She likes Halloween, and the Habs. Of course. You think I’d have a cat in the house that wasn’t a Habs fan?
Teesha was a baby kitten when friends found her in a ditch, and she was given to us after she lived with a horse in a field for awhile. She’s a loving little thing, full of warmth and tenderness, although she wants to take down Andrew Ference and tuck his middle finger into the open slimey guts of a rat she might murder and mangle.