Rescue

I realized I was a cat lady when last year's trick-or-treaters got to my front door on Halloween and pounded on it for treats.  Of course, I didn't open the door because I didn't want the cats to get out.  As I sat in the quiet behind the door, I heard the kids comment to one another "How come she doesn't have treats for us?  She has food out here for the cats!!"  They were indignant.  So here is a lesson for next year.  Come Halloween, I will pick up the food bowl and put it out the next day. 

Otherwise, I will be sending a mixed message.  Sigh.