HAPPY SAMHAIN

this has been a weird morning ..I  let Dexter out so he could  check out his morning haunts..he likes cruising the apts looking for treats...I leave the door cracked open so he can come and go as he pleases..All of a sudden he comes crashing thru the door and runs under my lap top table..all fluffed up and tail switching and then he got out and ran down the hall then ran back and jumped on table and got behind curtains so he could look out on the porch and yard...down he does back under my table, back down the hall..this went on for the better part of an hour..he wouldn't let me hold him, wouldn't get up in my lap..all he would do was look at the door..I went out on the porch and out into the yard and looked for what ever was scaring the crap out of him, and found nothing..so I came in and shut the door..now he's laying in the floor between me and the door and hasn't taken his eyes off the door since..I think the veil has started to thin and we had a visitor..probably that damn ghost that didn't like cigarette smoke..
Well crap..Dexter just jumped up like he'd been poked in the ass and  he's looking down the hall..hair everywhere..the damn place is crawling with haints..Go back to where you came from, you're not getting any of my Whoopie Pies..