Bow Down Before the Cat Stick

Several years ago, my husband and I were shopping at a folk art store when we found what I thought was a really cute Halloween decoration. It was this ---------------------------->

I've always loved Halloween. I'm a junkie. We've got more ugly grinning cats and big eye'd pumpkins than I can find places to put them in the house. When I came across this cat head on a stick, I thought I'd found Nirvana! How CUTE is HE???? I carried him around the store by his stick and hid behind things and would pop the "cat stick" out and try to scare my husband as we shopped, growling "OOGA OOHA UNHA UHN!" He thought I'd lost my mind. I was in some sort of strange-Halloween-Nirvana kind of place and I was getting quite a kick out of myself, giggling helplessly the whole time. We came home and discovered there really isn't a good way to display a cat head on a stick, so we stuck it in a silk plant arrangement. I thought it was hysterical.

Now we think it's cursed. Every year since we've had it, something bad happens everytime we get the damn thing out of the Halloween totes. One year the whole family started barfing almost in unison. It's been something EVERY year. This year, financial disaster. And all because of this dang Cat Stick. We're afraid what will happen to us if we throw it away or something. It's like that Evil Tiki Idol that Peter Brady finds in the Hawaii episode! Then Greg is almost killed while surfing! It's JUST LIKE THAT! I don't know whether to bury the thing at full moon while doing some sort of anti-cat-stick dance that involves shaking chicken bones?

I have a feeling that it won't make a difference. We're thinking that a yapping Pomeranian sacrifice might please the Cat Stick...it would make US happy.