Halloween became part of the family on a Fourth Of July weekend. Her arrival immediately caused fireworks. Taylor was elderly then and dealing with a young whippersnapper was not how he planned to spend his golden years. Halloween did not help matters by running up to him, slapping him with her little paw and running under a dresser that Taylor was way too fat to fit under. That first weekend, I was certain it was not going to work out!

They soon became the best of friends, but Halloween was the boss. She would playfully pick on Taylor. Taylor was much bigger than her, but he allowed it. Once in a while, though, he would have enough of it and he would nail her real good. Then, she would squeal in total surprise! Her favorite thing was always doing anything to make him chase her and then running under the dresser where he couldn't get to her.

Halloween did not like it when Taylor ate anything. Whenever she heard him crunching his Science Diet, she would make a beeline to the food bowl from wherever in the house she was and push him aside. He would sit quietly aside until she finished. Taylor was never starved. He weighed twenty-three pounds! It was just another of Halloween's obnoxious behaviours that he tolerated.

Taylor was a real friend to Halloween. I don't know why, but Halloween has always had episodes where she would wake up crying pitifuly. I think she must have horrible nightmares. When this happened, Taylor would come running from wherever he was in the house to her. He would groom her and then the two of them would fall asleep cuddled up to each other. Now that Taylor is gone, I comfort her when that happens.