“I thought you were against wearing costumes,” I said to my cat-bat.
Freddie turned his head to look at his back. “These are pretty neat, though. I have wings!”
I rubbed his head, grinning at his excitement. “You do! Don’t go flying away, though. Let’s look at some spooky memes while you’re in the mood.”
He settled down next to me, careful not to jostle his costume. “Let’s see some bats!”
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I picked up my phone and fired up the google. A few clicks and we were looking at memes.
"What do you think is in this sweet baby’s cauldron?” I asked him.
“Lizard tails, bird feathers, and catnip! So much catnip!”
“Do you think that spell makes her fly?”
“It must since she doesn’t have wings like mine,” he said, puffing up his chest proudly.
“No need for potions for you!”
“You shouldn’t joke about Ceiling Cat. We take that very seriously.”
“It’s offensive to joke about?”
“Srsly.”
“Is October First the start of spooky time like this says?”
“That’s the official start, I suppose. But I like to start it at the beginning of September.”
He shook his head. “Halloween starts earlier and earlier every year.”
“I thought it was my time to shine,” Freddie pouted.
“That’s all the time,” I assured him.
“She makes a pretty glass of milk,” I observed.
“You should get me a glass of milk,” he pointed out.
“Mmm...no.”
“I don’t like those videos,” I explained to him. “They are scary and not real.”
“How can they be scary if they aren’t real?” he asked, confused.
“It’s like the thing on the stairs,” I said. “It’s not really there but it does make me nervous when you stare at it.”
He looked past me toward the stairs. “I wouldn’t let it hear me say it’s not real. It might decide to prove to you that it is.”
“Moving on!” I said, loudly.
"Witches use brooms to fly,” I told him.
“Because they don’t have wings!”
“I think that’s very spooky,” I said, seriously.
“Things would get very spooky around here if you tried to make me wear a sweater,” he said, equally seriously.
I looked at the wings on his back. “You like the wings even though it’s a costume. You might like — “
“No.”
“Oooooh teef!” I squealed.
“They are used to cut into soft flesh,” Freddie pointed out.
“And are sooooo cute!”
“All of my meows come from inside the house,” he said.
“Because you never want to leave!” I said. I was glad about that.
“You prefer me inside.”
“I certainly do.”
“Is that true?” Freddie asked.
I nodded. “Sure is.”
“All you have to do is twist your back so your front legs point down, and the back legs will follow. It’s easy because you know where the ground is instinctively.”
“We humans tend to be surprised by the ground,” I explained. “We don’t have a sense for it like you do.”
“How do you do anything?” he asked, derisively.
“That’s what the teeth are for,” Freddie explained.
“I believe you,” I said. “But they are still cute little teef.”
"I used to have slippers like that,” I mused. “I wonder if they are still in the closet?”
“They’d go great with my wings.”
“What do you think the human’s costume was to scare the kitty so bad?”
He thought about for a moment. “Vacuum,” he said, simply.
“That’s impressive ear floof!” I said.
“It’s entirely too much,” he sniffed.
“That’s a lot of glowey eyes!” I observed.
“It’s not our fault that your eyes don’t do that. We can’t help being superior in every way. You don’t have to make it spooky just to feel better about it.”
I gaped at him.
“You can’t even land on your feet!” he said.
“I can see I hit a nerve, so I’m going to move on.”
“This show is from before you were born. I loved it.”
“Did the cat solve mysteries?” he asked.
“The cat wasn’t in the show much. Just that one episode, I think.”
“Sounds boring.”
“This did brighten my day!” I said, looking over at my cat dressed like a bat. “It always makes me happy to see that.”
He puffed up again, proud of his bat wings.
“You make me happy,” I clarified.
“I like you too,” he said.
I grinned. “Thanks, buddy.”
“You open the cans of food.”
Happy Caturday, Peeps! Freddie and I are getting in the mood for the season and he’s been surprisingly calm about the whole costume thing. We might need to try other ones.