Twelve twenty five, and you are here
It’s Christmas Day. It’s Christmas Day, and you’re here, drawn to the cats like a child to the snow. It’s Christmas Day, and our child-hearts are together, where they belong.
It’s Christmas Day. It’s Christmas Day, and you’re here, drawn to the cats like a child to the snow. It’s Christmas Day, and our child-hearts are together, where they belong.
I don’t know what tonight means to you. You may be singing carols of a great mercy. You may be hosting the Feast of the Seven Fishes. You may be dispatching an entire sleeve of Oreos in your holey sweatpants. I do know we are all here, tonight, together.
It’s not just you. It’s not just Olive. Everyone is going through a hard time. Good thing we know a sanctuary.
There are people who would rather have one marshmallow now than two in ten minutes. There are people who festoon marshmallows with garland halos and declare them angels. And then there are cats.
If you ask a cat, there are many bads that simply don’t exist. Bad weather. Bad meats. Bad years. If you get really brave and ask Mullet, you’ll hear that there are not even bad moods.
Lina does not want you to take her picture. Lina. Does NOT. Want YOU. To take her PICTURE.
Many kindly creatures will wish you Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Peace on Earth, and/or Happy Honda Days this month. But only the awakened will shout that most feline December greeting: “Zeitgebers!”
Charles is not a minimalist. Charles is not a streamliner. Charles is a keeper, a hoarder, and a master of disorder. And Charles loves being Charles.
You were once named for stockings, but your gifts were too big to stuff. You were once known for syrup, but your strength has a side of salt.
With apologies to reindeer and polar bears, cats are the ultimate holiday animals. This is only incidentally due to their skill in conquering Christmas trees.