Very Superstitious

According to American Humane Societies, black cats don't get adopted half as often as other cats. In honor of Halloween and National Cat Day (yes, it's a thing), I just wanted to brag about MY black cat.

This little lady is Luna. When I met her at the humane society, I instantly fell in love. I asked the kid working in the "cat room" (can I have one of those? That sounds like heaven...) if I could hold her, and he sweetly obliged. I opened the crate, and she walked straight over to me. At 12 weeks, she was much older and bigger (and therefore less likely to get adopted) than all of the other kittens in the room. 

I picked her up and she laid in my arms like a baby. She immediately closed her eyes and began to purr. The kid in the room looked up at me with shock in his eyes, and said "is she purring? I've never heard her do that."

I sat in that cat room for almost an hour watching Luna sleep and continue to purr with the occasional Candy Crush noise coming from the kid. I had to get home, so I stood up and went to put her back in the cage. Candy Crush boy looked at me and said "You can't leave without her. She chose you."

Certain circumstances made it impossible for me to adopt her that night, but I called out for work and went to get her the next day. I can't imagine my little apartment without her now.
My soft, black little baby gives me nose kisses and sleeps on my pillow with me every night.
She plays fetch and begs at the table like a dog, then walks around the house like she owns it. 
And for heaven's sake, she's the smartest, sweetest, and sassiest cat I know.

She still walks up to me every time I walk through the door. I pick her up, and she closes her eyes and purrs. 

Open your heart and home to a black cat or dog this season. They will love you forever. 

The Pumpkin Problem

I loooooovvveeee holidays. Love em. It's the perfect opportunity to decorate, craft, and bake. I mean, what could be better (a million dollars? Okay, yeah...)? But every year about this time, I get too anxious to carve pumpkins that they end up being mushy, stinky, trick-or-treater deterring... Things by the time Halloween actually comes around. What mom is going to let their kid come up to a door that has half-smiling unidentified orange blobs greeting them at the front door? 

OR maybe it's a good scare factor!

Either way, it's the stench that I can't stand. In the words of my southern momma, pee-yewwwww!

So in my avid Pinterest browsing (daily intervals during boring classes, work breaks, and every time I can't sleep), I came up with this idea: 

Paint them! 

Why on earth have I not thought of this before? 

Either way, these cuties can stay inside on a desk, table, counter, wherever! If my cats didn't love raffia so much (fall decor isn't complete without it), these puppies would make an adorable centerpiece. 

Whatever your style, pumpkins can be painted, glittered, spray painted, whatever you like! And they won't scare the neighbors!