I have decided what my kitties will be for Halloween. Kik will be a scarecrow and Echo will be a pumpkin. Yes, I have already bought the outfits for them and yes, I am indeed dressing up my kitties for Halloween. There is a costume contest for them if I so choose on the Salem Commons, and I think they should get to have fun and eat sweet things on Halloween. They’ll hate it when I put the costumes on, but in the end they will love it. I’ve already had to put the costumes away because they chew on them if I leave them on the desk. I can’t wait. I shall also post pictures. It’s strange. I’ve never really done much for Halloween as an adult. I’ve gone to a few costume parties, I’ve carved a pumpkin or two, but mostly I’ve used Halloween as an excuse to eat chocolate and not feel guilty. And bake with pumpkin. But this will be the first Halloween for teh kitties, and I want it to be special. If that means scratches and bites while I stuff their increasingly fat bottoms into a corny costume, so be it! It’s Halloween, it’s Salem fergawdsake, and I don’t want them to miss out. All of a sudden, with kitties, Halloween is fun again.
But here are some pre-Halloween updates, so enjoy!
Do It Like a Man Files: On football Sunday, the kitties and I curl up on the couch and watch the games. We all eventually fall asleep and doze through a quarter or two. This Sunday, Kik sat up on the futon, legs splayed out in front of him, with his kitty chin on his kitty stomach and watched the game like a real man, sprawled out with his hands (paws) on his belly. And then, in true man fashion, he fell asleep and then fell halfway over.
Death From Above Files: Echo has a new game. She perches on a high surface (chair, desk, bed) and when Kik goes by, she leaps on him from above. Or she leaps in front of him in the classic “shot across the bow” maneuver, followed by wild chasing.
Are You Kidding Me Files: 6:30am. That’s when they wake me up. 6:30am. Every single freaking day. 6:30am. I hate that they do that.
Can I Bake Too? Files: I like to bake. Lately, I’ve been baking a lot. I’m not a natural baker. I’m not terribly good at it. So I’ve been practicing. Cookies, brownies, cakes, coffee cakes, bread. Whatever. Every time, the kitties want to be a part of it. Usually, this means tipping over the bowl full of flour. Twice. And then running when I yell at them, trailing flour all over the house.
Here’s a Tip Files: So, the whole flour tipping thing. It gave Echo an idea. Yeah, you guessed it. She tips things over. Water glasses mainly. I don’t know why. They always have plenty of water. Also, if something is near the edge of a couch or desk, it’s going over. Usually this happens when I’m in the other room and can’t do anything about it.

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