Halloween night, all the trick or treaters had gone home. All evening I had been looking forward to my yearly reading of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.
“Come on Truffles, time for bed!” I called to my beautiful tortoiseshell cat.
Mug of cocoa in hand I crawled under the covers, dimming the light on my bedside table.
Ichabod had just discovered that the cloaked rider’s head was not on his shoulders when I heard it…
Scratch.
Silence.
Scratch, scratch.
Opening my closet door I discover Truffles had gotten shut in!
“I’m sorry sweetie, were you scared? It’s over now.”
Purr…
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