I have been so bad, I have forced Mom to write a blog which she hasn’t done for a very long time! She said the story is too long for FaceBook. She’s going to let me tell it myself though. Mom said it may be cathartic. I don’t know what that means, but I’ll take her word for it!
I was having a hard time sleeping last night, Mom and the dogs weren’t ~ they were sacked out. I just love the laundry basket. Mom was really tired, before she went to bed she went to the basement, folded the last load of wash, carried the laundry basket upstairs to the bedroom but decided to wait until morning to put the clean clothes away. Did I mention I just LOVE the laundry basket?
Well, I couldn’t control myself! I jumped into the laundry basket, ran around in circles, rolled in her clean undies, unpaired the socks and jumped against the sides of the basket until I knocked it over. Then, piece by piece, quiet as a mouse, I ran off with the laundry!
Let’s just say Mom was not pleased that she tripped over the laundry basket on her way to the bathroom this morning and realized what I had done. Then she had to have a scavenger hunt to collect her laundry before she even had her coffee this morning! She is not pleasant when things disrupt her routine ~ and this is a woman who was a middle school administrator who was forever moving her daily Steven Covey “To Do” list to the next day before 8:30 AM! I will admit, I left some of the laundry downstairs and by the back door, under the dining room table, and under the bed. This is aside from the fact it all has to be rewashed. I guess I was a little out of control!
Yesterday was my birthday. I was 9 months old! Don’t you love that sweet baby-face? The dogs, my sisters, Emma and Sara, pulled me aside while Mom was crawling under the bed and tables gathering her now re-dirty laundry to tell me that Christmas is coming soon and I better get my act together or I will get coal instead of catnip in my stocking! You see there is this guy called Santa Paws who brings treats to good animals. They are good sisters to explain things to me since I’m still a baby. Emma is 5 and Sara is 9 so they know a lot. Mom says Sara knows a little too much, she gets into trouble, Trouble with a capital T, Mom says! These are my sisters… Emma is on the left, Sara is on the right.
They suggested I hang up my Christmas stocking and be extra sweet for the next few weeks. I have to control myself until December 26th since Santa Paws is watching and if I am not good, he will not leave me toys and treats for Christmas. So, I took their suggestion and hung up my stocking. As soon as Mom saw it she was so happy again. Then things started to fall apart.
Mom decided it was time to take my Christmas picture. She went upstairs and returned with these red and green frilly collars with sequins and bells on them. Can you imagine! I am a dignified member of the feline species, not a frou-frou cat. I think not on these collars!
She slipped two, not one, TWO of them over my head. She started to tell me how cute I looked, but before she got it out of her mouth, I shook my regal feline head and they flew in two different directions! Whoo-Hoo!! As Martin Luther King, Jr. so appropriately said, “Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty I am free at last!”
I chased the frilly little garments around the living room, caught one, and treated it like an overdressed Christmas mouse from The Nutcracker. This is what I think of Mom’s Christmas costume…
This is an extravagant ball of decorated organza that needs to be destroyed, and I’m just the cat to do it!
Life did eventually calm down. I was afraid coal wouldn’t be as much fun to roll in as catnip ~ and the girls said Santa Paws was watching. So I will be a good kitty. Sit on my perch. Keep my teeth off of the Holiday Finery and watch my birds. For now…..
Merry Christmas, Georgia