Tabby cats are halloween in color and in nature too. We had a calico cat when I was real young and Twinkie as we called her disappeared one morning and never came back to us.
Later on in my life, I had a black and white tabby cat and his name was Tigger. He ran through the house at lickety lick split speed and I enjoyed watching him romp through the house.
I had a piece of rope with a little knot at the end, and as I swayed it around over Tigger's head, he would bat it at. Reaching his paws up in the air and jumping to get a grasp of it.
And as I touched the end of the rope when he was done playing with it, it wore his moisture from the licking of the rope
And speaking of the animal kingdom, I made a comment at work to our warehouse manager at work of how his kingdom was doing. then John responded to me, "do you mean you are calling us animals. I said, "not that kind of kingdom, men. I meant a realm. "
A final note of good news. As I was leaving the laundry room, I caught the sock monster as I saw my red sock sitting in the washing machine wet.