With a few interesting exceptions, I am not a fan of Christmas letters detailing the ups and downs of the sender’s year. I have never written one myself. But, it turns out that I am not the only aspiring writer in the family, and the last thing I would ever want to do is stand in the way of someone else’s desire to share their stories with the world. So, with that said, I hope you enjoy this holiday letter from Gabby, the tabby cat.
[Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this post belong to Gabby the Cat only and do not necessarily reflect the views and opinions of the blogger herself.]
Greetings From Gabby
Dear Feline Friends and Their Humans,
Dear Feline Friends and Their Humans,
Greetings! Meowy Christmas and Happy Mew Year to you all! I hope this letter finds you and your furry loved ones well. I know that everyone is busy this time of year ingesting curly ribbon, bathing obsessively, and searching for the warmest spot to nap, but I thought I should catch you up on everything that’s been going on down here in Austin. We’ve had a big year too!
(Rule #2, in effect -->)
Speaking of dogs, this one is still here, unfortunately. We were all hoping he was just passing through, but it now looks like the clumsy oaf is here to stay. I honestly do not know what my humans see in him. He just keeps getting bigger and BIGGER and despite all the diplomas he brings home I haven’t seen any improvement in manners or grooming. For a couple of months they came to their senses and started keeping him in a cage, but now he’s out again, draining our water bowl and taking up too much space on the couch. I just don’t understand why they need him when they already live with four purrfectly good cats.
In February, Gink turned thirteen and we had a small party/intervention for him. Now I’m not one to hack up a hairball and tell, but everyone knows Gink has some issues. So Zora and Toby and I simply suggested that it might be time for him to give up his little “friend”. Well, talk about the litter hitting the fan! It did not go well. That doll is still hanging around the house. My human washes it once in a while, but I don’t care. There is not enough soap in the world…
|Me in the penthouse|
Spring and summer were fairly uneventful. We got a new kitty condo, so now I’m living the highlife. And our humans left for a couple of weeks. I had mixed feelings about it. On the one paw, they took the dog with them, so that was a plus. But on the other paw, I had to listen to 14 days of Gink muttering to himself about how he was going to kill the poor girl who came over to give him his medicine. (Seriously. The guy has issues.) Anyway, eventually our humans came back and order was restored.
In August, I kept waiting for our female human to start leaving the house again, like usual, but… she didn’t. For some reason she’s been hanging around the house a LOT more, demanding attention and sticking her nose in our business. It’s really been an adjustment for us all. Zora hasn’t been able to continue her “sofa art” and I don’t have the quiet necessary to pursue my study of string theory. (My theory is that if the string moves, I must pounce on it.) But it is nice when she uses her opposable thumbs to open the porch door.
Then last month everyone had a big hissy fit over the election. At times like these, it's difficult to keep one's opinions to oneself. I’m all for the legalization of catnip, but once they start talking about equal rights for dogs, that’s when I get fuzzed up. Our kind know how to handle ourselves in public, which is why we are allowed our freedoms, but those good-for-nothing canines need to be kept on leashes—short ones! Sorry, I don’t mean to get political. But some of those ideas being thrown around really poof my tail!
Now it’s December and we’re all getting ready for the holidays. Zora is hiding in gift bags and Gink is spending "quality time" with his doll by the fire, while visions of belly rubs dance through Toby's head. (I don't know what's dancing through the dog's head and I don't care.) My favorite tradition is probably the annual tree of toys. Every year, my humans set it up and say, "I hope we don't lose any this year..." and that's my cue! Each night, after they go to bed, I take one toy off the tree and hide it deep under the couch. Then the next morning, they wonder out loud where it could be. And the best part is when the finally look under the couch in January and find all the toys I hid for them. They're always so happy and excited! Humans can be quite adorable at times.
Peace and Paws,