Tricked

Doesn't seem quite fair to have to deal with snow in October.



All of Deets' plans to scare people on Halloween have been dashed. Kind of hard for a black cat to hide against a white backdrop.



Wynonna's worried that I won't take her trick or treating if the weather stays like this.



I told her she should worry instead about the task at hand – staying warm. She got busy spreading around the extra straw I put in her stall. She's very particular about her bedding and likes to push it around until it achieves the proper degree of fluffiness.



Back inside, Snapper grabbed the best seat in the house, atop the wooly and luxurious lamb pelt that I bought for myself and swore the animals would never be allowed to use. Smooch made several unsucessful attempts to run him off.



Smooch thinks if she stares at me like this I will get her a lamb pelt of her own. She's probably right.



Nothing's going to come between Snapper and his soft and snuggly spot in front of the woodstove.



Not even a big hairy tarantula.