Bacon’s Spooktoberfest – Day 2

BACON’s SPOOKTOBERFEST

Welcome my friends to October 1, 2018 – we all know what that means.  It’s time for Bacon’s Spooktoberfest!  A month full of things that go bump in the middle of the night.  The strange noises that vibrate through the house.  The kind of eerie creepiness that settles in that you just want to run to your room and hide under your bed… Shivers.  I almost scared myself.  So friends stay tuned to my blog for excitement. This year, we are doing things a little different.  We are writing a continuous story for 31 days of Bacon’s Spooktoberfest.  So if you miss a day, you can catch up.  Have a fun and scary month sweet friends.

And don’t worry, you can always hold my hoof. 

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Barks!  Us all alone in the house.  I’m so excited my tail won’t stop wagging.  After the ‘family meeting’, we all ran to Bacon’s room for our own little anipal meeting.  We can’t let the humans know how excited we are.  We will rock this house, stay up as long as we want, eat what we want and watch anything we want on television.  OMD – it will be a blast.  I call Animal Planet.

Meow – I just want to be left alone on the big bed.  I may need help setting my number on the Select Comfort to a happy 60 – that number is purfect for my spine.  Houdini – there is enough televisions in this house that we all can watch what we want.  I gotta see me some Jackson Galaxy.  That man thinks he is the cat whisperer.  He is so wrong.  Man will never rules us cats – ever.  Meows.

Oinks – We gotta set a plan in motion guys.  When nana visits, we gotta make sure she leaves all of our goodies out and makes popcorn.  I call the television in the living room.  I just love stretching out on the chaise.  That thing was made for my curvy body.  And the ottoman next to it holds my laptop.  OMP – I can spend hours on the computer and there’s no one to tell me to get off.  I may have died and gone to heaven.  But guys, we can’t be too happy in front of mom/dad.  You know we gotta make sure they think we will be miserable and miss them – as if – snorts with piggy laughter.  And don’t worry, I have dad’s credit card number.  We can order pizza and have it delivered.  That kid on Home Alone will have nothing on us!