TYGER'S DIARY OCTOBER 22, 1999

OCTOBER 22, 1999

Grrrreetings everyone and welcome to another edition of my ramblings! I have a question for you. How many of you out there like to read cat fiction stories? Since I'm pretty much out of real stories to tell you about my cats, unless something new happens, I was thinking that perhaps I could share some of my cat fiction stories with you. These stories are suitable for children for the most part, as I'm primarily a children's story writer. So you can feel free to let your children read them, if you find you like them well enough. I'll leave that up to you. With Halloween fast approaching, I think that calls for another Halloween story.....

There once was a time, not too long ago, when black cats were thought to be witches' cats. They were believed to be demons in cat form, with unbelievable powers. On Halloween night, which was also called All Hallows Eve by witches, the black cats celebrated the witches sabbat. Of course, this is only a story..... Black cats gathered in the dark and gloomy forest on All Hallows Eve. They danced and meowed all around the camp fire. They perched on fences and howled at the moon, their silouettes giving off an eerie feeling as they appeared in the pale moonlight. Ghosts, goblins, and witches roamed around the streets; children dressed in their Halloween costumes. If a black cat crossed the path of a human, beware! Bad luck was certain to persue that person! But the unsuspecting cats didn't know this. They just wanted to have fun. A few cats ventured onto a hayride wagon as it passed on the dusty trail in the forest. Other cats preferred to climb the trees and watch the action from a safe distance above it all. Cats followed the children in the streets, hoping to steal a stray treat if it dropped from a trick or treat bag, or should be kindly offered from a friendly hand. Treats weren't always candy. Sometimes foods were given. Sometimes there were cheeses or beefy sticks. Cats would eat these. Once in awhile, a kindly old lady would leave out a bowl of cream for the cats or some tuna in a small dish. If an owl hooted or flew by, it seemed like a ghost was haunting the forest. Burning bright eyes could easily be mistaken for a ghostly spector. When the clock struck midnight, the festivities were over. Cats curled up to go to sleep. It had been a good evening. Another Halloween well celebrated. See you next time, friends! Happy Halloween!
TygerStar079