Mocha here. I have no idea what Halloween is. My humans don’t do much to celebrate. My human mom hangs a witch on the door. It’s not even scary, if that’s her plan. I think she looks funny. She’s too far off the floor for me to play with. Is that part of my human mom’s idea?? I am not amused.
We live in the country, so little kids don’t dress up and go door-to-door asking for treats. My human dad bought one bag of treats for himself. Meh! But, my human mom makes sure I get my crunchy treats every night.
Two days ago, my human mom scared me. She walked around the house with a yellow stuffed animal on her head. She said it was going to be her costume and that she was dressed as Trump. What’s a Trump? My human dad thought she’d lost her mind. She said the costume was easy to wear. So there!
All day, my human mom works at her computer. She does this every day, all day long. Except when she stops to scratch my ears and let me play innie-outie at the door. I love going outside. I love coming back inside. Sometimes I’m out only a few minutes. My human mom says I should be named Patricia Finnegan, because when I go out, I want to come in again. I’m always on the wrong side of the door. She’s wrong. I’m Mocha. Don’t even try changing my name.
I looked out the window last night. Sometimes a little black kitten comes to visit. My human mom calls him the interloper. I think he wants to play, but when he comes over to visit, he runs when he sees me. So, of course, I chase him. I just want to play, too. He didn’t come over last night. I watched and watched. I don’t know who was on the deck, but my human mom took this picture. What do you think it is?
I hope you have a happy Halloween. I think it’s a kitty celebration. I get the treats I want. And I don’t have to play any tricks. Except prairie dogging this morning to wake my humans up.