So, it’s Halloween, I have no candy and I’m painting shutters at street level watching the kids go by, hoping they don’t stop at our house. Every now and then, I duck to avoid eye contact.

And then he walks by. Stalls in front of my house, meowing.

I wouldn’t open my door for a kid, but a cat? Sure.

We have a bad feral cat problem in Bed Stuy. I keep saying we should do the Trap, Neuter, Release program, but problem is, we’re not around enough to collect the caged cats. I’ve stopped to say hello to neighborhood strays before and they usually take off when I do. I didn’t expect this one to come when I called.

But he did. He walked right through the opened window. I heard my husband in the background saying “No, no, no!” but ignored him like he usually ignores me during our “conversations”.

Then it was “Don’t name him.” “Don’t get attached.”

By the end of the day, my husband had named him Hal, short for Halloween.

But since we don’t want #7 and we already have 2 orange tabbies, Hal is up for adoption.

He’s probably about 5-6 months old. Very sweet! Definitely abandoned, not a street cat. By the end of this week, he should be tested and fixed.

Come on, you know you want him!

If not you, please pass this along.

Or my husband will kill me.