Mistress has prevented me from venturing into the evening air. This is strange, because she normally seeks to put me outside, even in the most dreadful weather. Tonight, however, she is sitting by the door with a large bowl of pretty wrapped up shapes -- and small persons (and some bigger ones) keep approaching the door and yelling, "Trick or Treat". A very odd custom. And why I cannot venture out to enjoy the cool evening breezes escapes me.
But it is most gratifying when I hear these oddly dressed children say, "What a pretty kitty", although one boorish young man made rude comments about my girth. Mistress gave him only one piece of the candy (as I now know the pretty shapes are called).
