October

October is my favorite month. Autumn truly begins, the air becomes cool and crisp, there is the delightful aroma of wood-burning stoves and fireplaces, the deliciousness of mom baking things with apples and pumpkins, mums decorate homes in their wonderful fall hues, there are days of apple picking and hay rides and corn mazes, hot mulled cider, a month of horror movies on cable TV in anticipation of Halloween and, of course, there is Halloween itself. I’m not big on candy, and being as stunningly handsome as I am, I feel it’s a sin to don a costume which would only mask my natural beauty. Instead, I take great pride in the basking in the glory of being a black cat. This is the only time of year that you can find any merchandise in stores bearing a black cat and the only time that people think black cats are cool... let alone give black cats a single thought. We’re a novelty, really. The rest of the year it’s all about tabby’s, soft grey kittens, siamese, calicos, etc.... everything BUT black cats. I could go on about how wrong this is, but I’m more than 17 years old and this is a fact of life to which become accustomed and simply accepted. It is what it is. But I’d like to take this opportunity to let everyone know that first and foremost, black cats are not unlucky or evil. Also, we do not bear any magical powers or ride on the backs of booms with witches. We are every bit as lovable as other cats. We just have a bum rap because the whole Halloween connection. So the next time you see a black cat, please think nice thoughts... we are not evil. And, have a happy Halloween.

Now if you'll excuse me... I must go as I have to get some eye of newt for a new potion I’ve got simmering in the cauldron, and I’ve got some eggs rotting to perfection so they’re just perfect for pelting at trick-or-treaters.