Halloween, Hoorah!

That's it I've arrived. Last night I was indoctrinated, intoned, indented ... whatever: I was awarded the highest honour of any cat. Witch's cat. Oboe girl, who was too ill to trick-or-treat with her friends allowed ME...that's me to be the honourary witch's cat. This allowed me to unlimited prowling at the front door and even provided me with the freedom to go outside and fantacise about eating young children. Of course, I never would as I suspect they taste disgusting... but it's fun to pretend if only to see the terrified expressions on their faces.
One young silph-like imp, not much bigger than a milk carton was way too scared to step past the front step. I sat patiently at the door, assuming my aggressive stance and tuning up a particularly ferocious roar while all the time assuming the pose of defensive domestic kitty.
Suffice to say my mere presence was enough!

Meet Me

Hi I'm Poox the Cat and this is my last ditch effort to try and educate the public about the simple principles of keeping this cat content.... what can I say.... human habits die hard.
Any help would be greatly appreciated.
I've been with my people for two years now . . . they are, at times, tolerable.
The service is barely apparent, but enought about Them. Let's talk about me.
I'm deliciously cute, obviously, Burmese, two years old and tortoise shell... which by default makes me female.
I live inside. That's Their idea not mine.... but as I have the run of the place, except afterhours, when I'm incarcerated in the laundry, I should be thankful for the 'hottie' and free range of most furniture and cushions. However they have some bizarre obsession with me prowling on the kitchen bench. . . particularly Him.