TRICK OR TREAT
Through eyes narrowed to barely a slit, and body arched against any directive, she moved slowly, very slowly, each footfall silent, more silent than the night. Her ears twitched. Was that a creak upon the distant steps? Her nostrils flared and her lungs inflated. What scent was wafting on the night breeze? Danger, danger was heading her way.
Her agile mind engaged. Should she stand and fight or retreat and hope she’d find a hiding place that would avoid discovery? She was not without weaponry. Indeed she possessed the sharpest, strongest, and most lethal weapons of her time.
Her pinpoint gaze quickly scanned the area looking for regions of safe retreat, or decided advantage. There, where the curtains masked the window behind them; would she be able to launch a surprise attack from that vantage point, or would she be cornered with no retreat?
Her nostrils scrunched and quivered. The odor of approaching menace was pressing forward more strongly. The threat was growing closer the longer she wavered. She needed to make her decision and quickly.
Looking up, she found a niche, just big enough for her to acquire. Deftly she navigated from the floor to that table, to that shelf, to her final place of attack. Her ears cocked. The danger was almost upon her. She waited—one minute, five, time seemed to stand still.
The sound of the door creaking open amplified, making it seem like a boom of slow thunder to her waiting ears, and then her eyes, keen eyes that could pierce the dark long before the light switch could be flipped, saw it. Without further thought she unleashed her weapons, flew across the room and attacked.
It was over in a hair’s breath and she stood over her defeated victim with a wickedly triumphant grin and a twinkle of conquest in her glowing eyes.
“You killed your witch’s hat,” the other one wailed. “Now what will you wear for Halloween?”
She opened her mouth and let out a resounding “Meow!” turned, gave her human pet her classic butt pose, then slithered off swishing her tail in victory.
Humans need to learn that cats do not do dress-up. We are CATS and if you try to turn us into Halloween decorations, our claws will have their revenge!
=^..^= Trick or Treat =^..^=
And here are but a few reasons why no self respecting cat will let themselves become Halloween fodder.