I hate this holiday. I hate it, hate it, hate it. Why? 'Cause every 15 minutes the darn doorbell rings. I don't know about you, but we have a very LOUD doorbell. Since the house isn't all that big, it's loud everywhere in the house, even in my laundry basket. So, I'm in the closet, nicely curled up in the Mom's laundry, and the doorbell keeps on ringing. How is a girl supposed to sleep? After a while, it becomes a royal pain.
Some of the Brats are happy about it because all these kids knocking at the door means lots of pets and new smells. Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. I just want some peace and quiet. Is that too much to ask for?
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I hope by now it's quiet!
We got locked up so the sticky people coming to the door wouldn't bother us. I didn't mind too much, but I kinda wanted to see the costumes...
yep, I just stay unner the bed. - Sammy
Oh we had hardly any trick or treators here.
I'm with you there, Ayla. How can I rest & meditate when the doorbell rings every few minutes?
George
First, Victor tried to escape, but my woman caught him and brought him back. Then, we got stinky goodness so we'd be full an sleepy. So after that, I merely stationed myself at the top of the stairs, where I could watch all the action. Guard Cat on Duty.
Too bad she caught Victor.
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