Saturday, December 6, 2014

Cats and Christmas as in ME and Christmas

I like Christmas. Seriously, I do. Mom gets us some special treats, her friend always sends us something and since last year we even have a Christmas tree again. I had never seen a Christmas tree before. When Esme and I came into the family it was summer. Until winter it had been decided that around us - which was just the polite way to say "around me" - a tree would be too dangerous.
Mom even admits openly that she thinks pictures of fallen Christmas trees are funny as long as it is not her own.
Well, last year she bought a small artificial tree to give us - as in "me" - a chance to behave. Of course I was good. I only stole two of her handmade weirdly colored pineapple slices - she calls them her stars, but where are the points? - and they were easy to put back. I haven't decided yet what I'll do with the tree this year.

Yes, it's up already, with those nice bouncy wire crochet balls - I have stolen them before, too - and the pineapple slices, and of course Jack on the top.
Today was all about Christmas, even more than the last weeks. If you have wondered why I haven't blogged in more than a month, well, I simply didn't get a chance! Mom is having an advent calendar on her blog, and she has been preparing it forever and still isn't done. She's doing research and page hopping and she listens to Christmas carols and songs and she even took up the challenge of baking without the planet breaking apart!!
Well, and today she turned on Smooth Christmas Radio and finished a blog post, then she got inspired to set up the Christmas tree, she (finally) made the final draft of the Christmas gift list - why aren't we on there? - and ordered things. We all took turns on her lap, so it was a rather pleasant day which was topped by the fact that she gave us treats to eat instead of the regular food.

It had been my turn on her lap when Santa Baby was next on the radio. She got up, held me tight and then she started singing AND dancing with me. Who took my Mom and who is this weird lady?
Okay, it wasn't that bad. She held me really tight and kissed my ear and I was purring all the song through. It's probably one of those brainwash songs.
I was seriously worn out when we were done, though. Christmas is hard work!

P.S. Can you see it? Pineapples, right??


  1. Dear Ponder, I think all humans go a bit weird at this time of year. My human has gone all silly over her beaded sparkly cat toys on the tree also. She calls them ornaments but lets be honest here they are cat toys that are so tempting to play with. I just lay under the tree and look up through the sparkly branches. I could stay there for hours and frequently do. Hope you cat toys on the tree are just as pretty. Marko. ^-^

    1. Dude, how can you avoid playing with them? I held back, I really did, but I did at least have to squish a few of those pineapple slices to see if they are edible after all!

      P.S. Sorry for the late reply. Mom keeps telling me I'm a lazy bugger.

  2. Ponder, last Christmas was Loki's first. We have an artificial tree (long story). So why did Mom find him halfway up the tree, lying in the branches? He's much bigger this year. I bet Mom still puts up the tree, and he will knock it over. Maybe then she'll see he doesn't belong here!

    Isis (the long-suffering, more mature cat)

    1. Sorry for the late reply, Isis, my dear. I have neglected the blog, but there's so much to do and so little time!

      Did Loki knock the tree over then? And how are you two getting along now??

  3. Ponder, it sounds like your mom caught the Christmas cheer. I'm glad she got you a tree and that (so far) you haven't knocked it over. Yep, those ornaments do indeed look like pineapple slices but they are still very pretty!

    1. Christmas cheer, my fuzzy little cat butt.
      Do you know how it is to listen to Christmas carols all day long? With her singing along??
      It's practically a Christmas miracle I'm still here.
      I'm sorry about the late reply, I think I was traumatized when I wrote this post.
      Of course Mom says I'm just lazy and trying to cover that up.