I’ve been reading online that lots of places in the States won’t let you adopt a black cat in October for fear that you’ll torture and mutilate it as part of a satanic ritual for Hallowe’en. This being Spain, though, I suspect that these three – who, when tumbled together in the sunshine seem to jointly warrant the name of Cerberus – are probably no more at risk than at any other time of year.

Three black cats

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

2 thoughts on “hallowe’en”

  1. As you well know (but casual readers may not), Cerberus is a dog. That’s why he spends his life guarding the front gate of Dundyin instead of strolling off to see which of Mr Hades’ and Ms Demeter’s neighbours can be persuaded that he hasn’t been fed for a decade.

    Anyway, those cats in the photo are magnificently evil, and ought to be a better deterrent to unwelcome callers who wonder if you’d like to sign a petition to free Euridice than any wet-tongued “best friend”.


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