The black cat sat in the window watched the world outside.
The leaves were changing and falling, and the air was getting chill. Halloween, his time, was coming at last. Evil and misfortune would rule the land, and darkness would rise.
Behind him, he heard the unmistakable sound of a shaking treat bag. He hopped down from the windowsill and trotted into the warm, bright kitchen.
His human was waiting for him. He wove a path through their legs and purred, looking up in anticipation. He forgot his schemes. Evil had its charms, but it had nothing on tuna delights.

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