It is a Halloween Party and I'm....

Yes I’m at a Halloween party, N.R. William’s party. The cyber event of the weekend, can you see me yet? Where am I and how will you know me?

I’m over here in the far right corner; see me? I’m hopping on one foot, waving my free, non-smoking beverage hand. Oh, I forgot I’m in costume you do not recognize it’s me. Well, do you see a short woman dressed in black?

It’s me; I’ve come as my version of cat woman. Not the Halley Berry, black leather, sculpted body, cat woman but my cat woman. My version, IF cat woman were real, is one that reflects her true age. She did burst on the scene in 1940 and I know she was at least 20 then.

My leather costume is not tight fitting but is two-piece; no way at 80+ will I be wearing a one-piece zipper outfit. My pants are soft, black leather with a waistband of elastic and roomy enough to hide the depends I wear underneath. Because for the life f me I cannot remember where the litter box is.

My top is of the same matching material but covers more than the one from my youth. At my age the six-pack has turned into more of a recycle bin and the puppies have headed so far south, I think I prefer a simple rounded neckline.

My stiletto heels went years ago. After that snafu with Robin, Boy Wonder, and almost breaking my hip I had to make a change. I now don some stylist black leather, lace up, thick sole, shuffle speed, orthopedic, can’t lift my leg to save my life, shoes. Please don’t make me come across the room to greet you.

My famous cat-like head mask has even seen some changes. I still have those perky little cat ears but each has been equipped with not-so noticeable hearing aids and instead of cat eyes I now have cat eye trifocals. The whiskers fell out several years ago.

I know, I know; you remember the days when that whip of mine was deadly. Well I’m still deadly just not with a whip. I replaced that thing the day I moved into the assisted kitty home. I can trip you, tear that really tender part of your heels off and never take a step. I now have the coolest brushed, black aluminum cat walker fully equipped with a bat buster siren that you have ever seen.

As to my super powers…well apparently my mother’s sister gave birth to the Human torch, my male cousin. During menopause I found I have this same sudden burst into flames trait. What a shock for a cat to learn her true hot flash power…so much for my nine lives.

Yeah, that’s me over in the corner wearing the aged cat woman costume. My trick.. just wait for a hot flash.

My treat... I brought those cute little fish shaped candies and a gallon of milk.

Now I’m off to mingle with the other guests. Do drop by N.R. Williams and visit with the rest of the guests and see what they are wearing.

For me I’m off tomorrow. It is the day I celebrate opening my eyes for the very first time and began to give my poor mother all sorts of headaches.

Everyone have a safe and happy weekend.

Peace…

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