(Lake reflections early morn)
(Lake over roof top)
(Black Kitten Antics)
It's Halloween, you are minding your own business but in a place where you are having at the same time a break away, when suddenly the whole day is made up of black kittens. We are talking ace of spades black except for a tickle point under the chin where a few white hairs have gathered. Ordinarily, black kittens would just be a joy to watch. You would not read into them being anything other than black kittens but this is your breakaway weekend and you are breaking away on Halloween night and yes, now these black kittens become the stuff of not quite nonsense but the stuff of witches, stakes and burning and something not as everlasting as a long life. They run rings around us. One in particular ends up with a hard lump in his belly from eating too much leftover baby goat scraps that I had smuggled out of the restaurant in a serviette...(guilt-ridden about this and I am reminded again about why I most definitely want to become a vegetarian). I distract this greedy one so that an even tinier one can have a few bits of gristle that I throw to him but it gets caught in a cactus within spitting distance of the tiny black kitten that has not learned to spit yet. But no doubt will. I had a great Halloween, how about you?
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