Halloween has always been a little different in our house. 

While everyone else is thinking about pumpkins, costumes, and things that go bump in the night, I’m thinking about Wick. 

That’s when I brought him home. 

Now, somehow, my handsome black cat is getting ready to turn eighteen. 

Eighteen years of attitude. Eighteen years of supervising everything I do. Eighteen years of giving me that look whenever something fails to meet his standards.