Trick or Treat Me

Happy Halloween to all!

Since Halloween is just around the corner, the humans started making trips up to the attic to get some orangey things similar to the image posted, except with electric cords trailing behind. It is a well-known fact that I am absolutely fascinated by the attic, so of course I was doing my best to get up there. I've only checked it out a few times, each shorter than the last, but I hadn't given up my dream of touring the joint one more time.

I pretended not to care about their comings and goings, hoping to throw them off, lounging in the hallway, and looking at them with distain as I licked myself nonchalantly. But my curiosity got the best of me, so I tried several times to get into the room leading to the attic. Each time I was caught until I managed to hide under the bed, biding my time until the time was right. Here is where I made a major blunder, because under the bed was a cat toy with a bell in it, and I just couldn't resist giving it a little swipe with my paw. A jingle echoed under the bed. Very satisfying, but ... oops! Note to self: go back under the bed after blogging today and get that toy; it's pretty cool.

"What's that?" my mom said. "I didn't hear anything," said my dad, "it's nothing." My mom wouldn't give it up (she's like that) and started checking until she discovered me. I pretended to cower in an attempt to gain her sympathy, but she wasn't fooled. "We can't have you getting into the attic," she told me, as she hauled me out from under the bed. It's personally insulting to be forced out of a place in such an undignified way. What does she think? That she's a bouncer, for meowing out loud?????????

Before I knew it, I was LOCKED OUT OF THE ROOM! Or so they thought. You see, I have many talents, among them being the ability to open almost any door on God's green earth. Unless it has a deadbolt. With a little push here and there, I managed to get my front paws under the door and before you could say cat-astrophe, I was in! I flattened myself behind a wicker hamper in the room. One-two-three, the coast was clear!

I didn't take any chances this time, bolting directly for the attic stairs and quietly sneaking up step by step until I beheld the most beautiful thing any cat could wish for: the attic! It brings tears to my eyes to think about that place, which is my personal image of what heaven must be like. Talk about nooks and crannies! This place is loaded with them, as well as boxes, shelves, clothes hanging in two areas, and a spot where there's an exhaust fan that actually shows the space under the flooring. I was overcome by the thrill of it all, but before I could check it out, of course I got busted.

You probably know what happened next. Yeah, I was dragged downstairs and the attic door was slammed in my face. Unfortunately, although I was just bragging about my super powers in the opening any door department, this door is unbreachable. For now...

I guess I'll just have to live on my memories of those few glorious moments when I was in my heavenly place. As you know, that isn't the last of it. The humans will have to bring those orange things back up to the attic someday, and when they do, I'll be there!