Snoqualmie

If you never see me again, promise me you'll take revenge.

Today is Tuesday October 28th, a scant four days before Halloween. Our roommate Katie came home this evening and pointed out that Halloween is a popular, or at least logical, time for pranks that are more unpleasant than whimsical. As such, we've decided to keep the cats inside for a few days; one spooky, spectral (violent) white cat and one black-and-orange cat would be a great find for some Halloween enthusiasts, and I'm not particularly sure I want that.

But I can tell you that as dearly as I love our feline friends and value their safety, this is not going to be fun. Killer sat at the door making strange Martian gagging meowing noises well outside the realm of normal for twenty minutes or so while I tried to do a puzzle in the living room. I resisted. Bella ran hopefully for the other door when I came back to the bedroom, and gave it and me her two most sweet, pleading, pathetic looks. I resisted.

I have the fortitude of an ox, the iron will of a mule, and a rather nasty gouge on my hand where Bella calmly and rationally expressed her displeasure with this new Policy of Insideness. We had an excellent dialogue on the subject, which really cleared the air and established the direction in which future dealings on this matter will go.

Straight to hell, I'm afraid. Ow.