Squeaker had fun at Halloween. She's busy introducing herself to a terrified kitten who shortly thereafter swore off catnip. She also made the rounds hunting candy with a couple of dragons. In the interest of full disclosure, the spooky season has brought out Squeaker's inner demon.Bedtime has become a bit trying recently. Aunt Brite and the Daddy person have allowed requests for extra goodnight kisses and hugs to prolong the bedtime routine. Squeaker has become ever more demanding in the pursuit of a few more minutes of bedtime. This week we drew a line in the sand.
I spent some time this afternoon searching the internet for all manner of female imps and demons from ancient mythology but I was unsuccessful in finding one that accurately depicted the bedtime monster. The best representation I can find is from the penultimate scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark. Specifically, I am thinking of that beautiful apparition who smiles sweetly before turning into a shrieking zombie that helps consumes the bad guys in holy fire.
When I put Squeaker in bed last night, I succumbed to a couple of reasonable requests for kisses, and then made it plain that I was leaving. She launched from her bed to the middle of a room, flexed like bodybuilder in the throws 'roid rage, and screamed for 'one more kiss'. I put her back in bed, got her calmed down and said goodnight. Whereupon the scene repeated itself and I left the demon shrieking in her bedroom. Shortly thereafter she went to sleep. Squeaker either doesn't remember the demon or doesn't hold a grudge. She woke up this morning all sweet and nice.
Having been away most of this week teaching, Brite wanted me to point point out, without a trace of bitterness, that the demon has been around all week and didn't just arrive with Halloween. Also, in the interest of not leaving our readers thunderstruck by the horror of this revelation, Aunt Brite has suggested that I finish with a few more pictures of Squeaker and her friends. 
