Magna Tarta and a blast from the past

[smokingboot]

The day improved. My dear larians brought home lots of pied white and magenta carnations plus a pumpkin. The flowers were delightful, the pumpkin...well, this samhain will not be a time for pumpkins.


Samhains 03 and 04, I carved pumpkins to drive away the baddies. 03, I carved an evil odinic pumpkin and he did very nicely thank you; children edged past nervously (that's why we do it, right?) Pumpkin 04 was a forlorn version: I cut his fangs off by accident, tried to make amends, and he ended up looking like Zoyberg. This year, I am not going to be part of the whoooo, because the 31st sees us travelling to Switzerland, land of phantomless fondue; Lestat in leiderhosen won't satiate my halloween fantasies. No, It all feels hopelessly cheerful. This expedition may come to nothing, but it's still a funky free hol, and the goth in my soul will have to find another time to mong.

So no gourd-boy lantern this year; instead, we ate him. I made a tart. It's a bit vast, somewhat rich and nutmeggy. Not good, you understand, but not bad for a pumpkin demon.

[amended to add] Hmmmm...this tart tastes better if left to cool over night. This morning I am astonished to report that it's rather yum.



Then we had a visitor.



Some may recall a certain stray cat who caused me nowt but grief in the summer; Chav the unspeakable, whose association with me started through his unhealthy habit of trying to use my home as his, er, commode, and developed into a curious rescue mission to stop him from dying due to a)the debilitations of catflu and b) the murderous reasoning of certain RSPCA officials. Via the help of a dead woman (Dilys Graham, I will toast you this allhallows)and after harrowing adventures which included nearly burning the house down* and getting a tetanus jab, Chav got given a flu jab, worm treatment, flea treatment and neutering. We didn't see him much after that, until tonight, when he came into the kitchen, sheepishly wearing...

a collar.

And he looks fatter, and sleek, and healthy, if a little embarrassed. It's a dinky blue collar with a white border. Clearly Chav has been adopted, or, just as likely, the imbecile who owned him in the first place discovered the removal of his/her cat's tomhood, and is indignantly telling the cruel world of sac-snippers to keep their mitts off the kitt. We didn't have time to check the collar for an address ( I personally would love to meet Chav's owner; I suspect it would be a short but interesting conversation) but my heart is lighter to know he has a proper home.I was worried about what to do re Chav if the move became a reality. He is still a complete goon though; something spooked him and with the grace of a gazelle in wellingtons, he leapt up, missed the windowledge and headbutted the cutlery drawer before stumbling out into the dark. New beginnings, same idiots.


Here's to the coming winter.

*It is just possible that the accidental near-arson wasn't directly down to Chav.

Comments

Yay!!

[mitchy.livejournal.com]

We didn't see him much after that, until tonight, when he came into the kitchen, sheepishly wearing...

a collar.

Hurrah! Good to know someone is taking care of him!

Re: Yay!!

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

It's certainly a load off my mind:-)

[thalinoviel.livejournal.com]

Yay for Chavcat. Poor little furry soul.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Chav has certainly led a chequered existence. Still, all's well as they say, and at least he has a winter home.