Sadly, Halloween isn’t much of a holiday here. I always loved decorating the house for Halloween, dressing up Pippo, and hoping that we’d have some of the good candy left over after the neighborhood kids came by. I don’t bother with the decorations here, but with two black cats, it’s always Halloween in our house. Especially when I catch them looking as if they’re plotting some sort of horror to inflict upon us. Take this afternoon, when my leg and chest became the location of their reenactment of major battles throughout history. Or maybe they were reenacting the Spanish Inquisition. Either way, I think I have some new scars.