Tho' I'm not a black cat, and Jane isn't a witch (occasionally substitute a b) I am her familiar.
I was here before the Lab, I was here before German Girl. I've been here since the beginning of time.
I've been around the block a few times, got into a few fights. Vision in both eyes is overrated. So are fangs. I still rule this hood and this house. I have my hiss. And a hitch in my back leg.
It's Halloween morn. The moon is setting and my fur is getting ruffled thinking of the night ahead.
We have a pumpkin with a face on it, we have bowls of candy, candles will be flickering, the Lab will be barking then wagging it's tail. And me, I'll be waiting, to pounce, to hiss, to make all the little children cry.
This is my night. Fear me.
( I'm sure Jane will be back tomorrow with some saccharine post about how sweet it was, but you will know , you have been warned)