Many years ago my dad told a story to the kids about a phantom snowman. At the time I was thinking why is he telling this random story. When we got home there was a 7 foot... white trash... blown up... snowman. Thus began the tradition. Each holiday they know to count on Grandpa for some lovely yard decor. Soon he bought this Jock-o-lantern that lasted a long time. Look how young the girls are. Well, Jack has died and we got a new surprise this year.
A 9 foot cat that we now call Midnight. I have never seen a cat halloween decor, but leave it to my dad to find it. Excitement. 
I did not understand why Brody was not as excited as the girls. It turns out he is concerned with the cat pooping in the yard. Try explaining to a 2 year old why this cat does not poop. I finally told him I would clean it up.
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