Saturday, on Halloween…I am going to a wedding. It is a Tim Burton themed wedding and everyone is requested to come as one of the characters from his movies. I tried for “frankenweenie” but couldn’t pull it off so I am working on something Ichabod Cranish.

I think it is a wonderful idea. I cannot tell you how long it has been since I have been to a wedding. One of the best I ever attended was a “black and white” wedding, where guests were requested to wear either all white or all black (up to them). The reception was in an old castle and they had Flamenco dancers as the entertainment.

I also have a secret in the works, but can’t tell you what it is for months to see if it actually happens, but I think you will enjoy that too.

And the poor MK. I was steadily not doing work in the cave and decided that I had to flee to the café for coffee and a different environment to get the rest of my things done. It has been raining off and on all day, so I called and called for the Mad Kitten to come inside so she wouldn’t be left out in the rain and…nothing…now since she went missing those few days she has been real good about staying close and coming when I call her so I started wondering.

I poked my head out the door into the rain and called her again. Mind you…when I call her it is more of a sound that for whatever reason makes us both happy…”Ba-peep!” My neighbors must think I am nuts.

So now I am standing in the pouring rain going “Ba-peep! Ba-peep! Ba-peep!” and I hear this absolutely piteous cry. Look around…nothing…ba-peep? Cry. I look up and there she is on the roof looking like a drowned rat, all eyes and as soon as we make eye contact she just lets loose crying.

F---ing Stan, I bet he led her up there and in the downpour she got confused.

So…in my new boots…I climbed up and plucked the poor shaking and drenched thing off the roof.

None of my cats have been good climbers. My dog used to trip and fall out of the RV all the time (not to mention walk right into telephone poles) I am fortunate that the few fish I have had somehow came knowing how to swim and weren’t reliant on me teaching them. Walter and Gladys, my two ring necked doves…well, the less you know about them the less embarrassed I will be.

I am trying to get all of my things done so I can write tonight. Something to go with “striking a match” and the title floating around in my head is “Ages.”

And hopefully, by the time I get the last of my bread and butter work done the rain will have let up.

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