Doctor Visit Tomorrow

The human limps off to the doctor tomorrow, to get something done about that wart, something that I'm sure will cause no end of trouble for me. Really, what in the world was the human thinking? Tomorrow is one of the worst nights of the year! Betsy will be out in force, robbing those poor, innocent children of all of their treats, and I don't want to know what Nick the Cat and his rotten relations have planned. I spotted them earlier trotting up the street and chuckling. Nothing good can come of something that amuses those horrible felines. I would hide, and not come out until the start of November, but then November starts the month of novel horrors! Oh, woe is me!