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!
