Do you have your very own Halloween cat? I do.
This is Paris. He's about five and is the descendant of a kitten my young friend, Amy, found behind the kitchen at Shasta Elementary back in 2002. That little foundling, Mama,was the source of many wonderful, lovable black cats and favorite pets in Shasta County before Amy's family finally got Mama fixed.
At the same time we adopted Paris, my son adopted Paris' brother Smokey. Little Smokey was the friendlier of the two kittens, completely charming. Unfortunately, he disappeared one day when he was about a year old. It was really sad. We never knew what happened, but that is just part of country living, I guess. We like to think some nice family took him home with them.
When the two little kittens used to get into mischief we never knew which one was the troublemaker, because the only way to tell them apart was a white spot on Paris' belly. We always blamed Paris for the mischief because Smokey was sooooo lovable and sweet he couldn't possibly be guilty of any wrongdoing.
But after Smokey disappeared, all the mischief stopped. So either the troublemaker was Smokey all along, or Paris needs a partner in crime. Paris is the perfect cat, the perfect gentleman. Once my old neighbors even tried to kidnap him, but I kidnapped him back.
Last year, I was Paris for Halloween. I dressed all in black, with cat ears and whiskers. I'm too lazy to go find a picture of that to show you. So I'll just wish you a Happy Halloween! I wonder if we will get any trick-or-treaters at our new house?
And while we're on the topic of the season, my parents inexplicably have gotten two pet turkeys. I've quizzed all the relatives, but I think they do NOT intend to eat them. This guy's almost as pretty as a peacock, don't you think?
Oh and another thing: One of my virtual acquaintances posted this great recipe for Hairy Knuckles (with pictures!) on her blog. They're disgusting little finger-shaped breadsticks. I'm going to make them to take to the Halloween party I'm going to.