Welcome to Halloween The Cat's Blog!

Hello everyone. I am Halloween The Cat. I live in Bernal Heights in San Francisco. I am 15 years old now. I was a feral kitten. My mom showed up in my peoples' backyard in August of 1992. The four year old who is one of my people - his name is Ryan and he is a big guy now - saw my mom and the four of us kittens in the back yard, so he found us. We all lived in the back yard for a while. We used to stand on the deck of the house and have contests to see which one of us could climb highest on the screen door. My brother August always won. He was the biggest. I was the runt. That is why my people took me in. August lives with some neighbors. The other cats went other places and I do not see them any more.

I had a brother named Onyx. Onyx was just sitting on the back deck one morning when I woke up. He did not realize this house already had a cat and he wanted to live here. Onyx would not leave so we let him stay here. Then Onyx wanted me to leave. He used to run over to my cat bowl and try to eat up my food before I got to it so I would think the people weren't feeding me. The people caught him doing that and they would yell, "ONYX, YOU [BAD WORD]!" Then he would just shuffle a couple of steps to the right and eat out of his bowl like nothing happened! And he wouldn't stop eating and chewing the entire time. Onyx liked to sleep on top of the fancy dinner table on the linen runner at night when he thought no one would catch him. But we knew in the morning because there would be a bunch of black cat fur on the linen!

My job was to be the good cat. Onyx's job was to be the bad cat. We were good at our jobs. People always laughed at Onyx because he was so funny and did so many bad things. Once we caught him hanging by his paws and toenails off the side of the countertops. He was hanging there trying to see if there was any food on the countertop that he might like!

Two years ago Onyx got very sick. He used to run around the back yard and keep it safe from interloping cats and racoons. When he got sick, he sat on the deck and could not move very fast. The bluebirds came and pecked him! This made me very mad, because even though Onyx was a pest to me sometimes, I still loved him. Soon after that, Onyx went to the Rainbow Bridge and my people were very sad. Especially my food dude, because he and Ryan were Onyx's special people. They missed him very much. So - don't get mad about this. I got even with the blue birds and took one of the birdies and put it by the back door a couple of days after Onyx died. They had been very mean to him while he was sick and defenseless so I had to teach them a lesson. I miss Onyx too but I like being a one cat household now.

I am most partial to my food lady.