Every year at this time Midnight gets a bit nervous. The appearance of the Pumpkins is his first clue that something major is
about to happen. Then the Witches and Goblins appear, followed closely by the
dreaded Trick or Treaters, who completely baffle him. He usually hides just out
of sight to watch this annual parade of the dead and undead. He sees lots of things
going into their sacks, but nothing ever comes back out. That is frightening to
him.
Midnight is an asset to my blog. He gets fan mail. Really!
And these people expect answers to their notes. Most of the time I answer for
him, as his paw printing is still not what it should be. He is, after all is said
and done, a stray. And getting him to attend school on a regular basis is
somewhat akin to trying the same thing with Huck Finn; that is; it’s just not
going to happen. So I write something nice and just affix his paw print to it
before sending it on.
But, for all of his skittishness concerning the Halloween
ritual, he is always back at his post, sitting on the porch at about midnight;
the hour for which he is named; waiting, like Linus, for the arrival of the
Great Pumpkin. It hasn’t happened yet, but when it does Midnight intends on
being there to greet him.
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