This will be brief, for there is much to be done in preparation for this evening's prowl.
The Cat is not, by definition, a black cat. She is a Tuxedo Tabby, with all the markings and mottlings and attitude that implies. She is not a familiar but can be rather friendly at moments.
The Cat is in charge of this household. She has told me so herself on many occasions. If she chooses to blog, she will do so. If not, she will nap until such time as she is ready to blog. The Cat naps incessantly, it seems.
The Cat is also fond of comments and insists that comments on the blog be read to her during the morning Tuna Offering ceremony. If she deems one as spam, she will spit it out. Literally.
Off to prepare the costumes. She's going as The Black Cat. I'm going as the slave to The Cat. She would prefer tuna in her bag. I'm partial to chocolate but, as the slave, I have no voice in the matter.
Happy Hallowe'en, fellow slaves!
PS: in the interests of this slave's sanity, we may be moving The Cat to Perfectly Shaped World's blog. I'll let you know if that actually happens. If you see your feed suddenly say Totally Cats Has Moved, please don't be shocked.
