I had zero enthusiasm on any topic, until I saw Rebecca Jo’s post on Halloween. And sure, sure Halloween was yesterday so this is old news. But my blog and Halloween is never old news, especially when I got nothing else to talk about without ranting or obsessively talking about my cat in a way that makes people uncomfortable. Just kidding. You can decide what part I’m kidding about or not. Trick or treat, my friends!
I’m pleased to introduce Max to A Mindful Migration. You might say he’s the cat’s meow and excited to guest post today.
Hi ya, everyone! It’s me, Max. You can call me Mighty Max, MaxE, The Max Man, Sir Snoops a Lot, Mr Pepper or Chief Mischief Maker. I have lots of nicknames because I am the coolest cat! I am also now the angriest cat. Grumpy cat ain’t got nothing on me because I am so mad right now. I hate Halloween.
Happy Halloween! Normally I don’t post recipes here, but Max is showing off his Halloween costume over at Eat Laugh Purr, so I decided to switch things up a bit today. Now I must confess a bit of a secret: No ghosts or goblins or superheros will come knocking on my door tonight, but … I have Halloween candy in my apartment. Why? Because I have no willpower, people. None.
My Halloween plans are simple: make Max wear a costume and watch scary movies while indulging in too many snacks. Growing up, I never, ever, watched anything scary. If I did, it led to many, many nightmares. Only within the last 10 years or so, have I summoned the courage to regularly watch scary movies. And I kind of like them, particularly the ones with real scares versus torture porn/slasher films. Those movies make my eyes close because the never-ending violence grows tiresome, not because I’m ready to leap out of my chair and run around my apartment shouting redrum.