I am not interested in being scared this Halloween. Instead, I will indulge in pumpkin carving, caramel apples, Hocus Pocus, and all things autumn and wonderful. And yet, it appears that I am unable to escape the witching hour. As I turn the corner, I am greeted by a familiar haunting. What could be more threatening than a cute and fluffy, one-year-old black cat who cannot help but lurk in the shadows, causing more jumpscares than a Hitchcock film? As an ode to the shape-shifting sweetheart that is Mavis, here are a list of things I have mistaken her for:
1. My laptop
Opened, not closed
2. My backpack
Slouched in various corners
3. A pair of boots
The similarity in size in uncanny
4. A sweatshirt
Folded, of course
5. An actual trash can
I’m sorry, Mavis
