I’m embarrassed to report that, in spite of my big talk, I chickened out and mostly missed my first Christmas. It all started Christmas Eve…
Adele had just settled into the litterbox when she heard a commotion in the driveway. She raced into the bedroom, which caused me and Cole to dive under the bed because Adele’s a homicidal maniac.
For the next 3 hours, the house was full of strange people. OK, 5 more people, but it’s just a little house.
None of us recognized 2 of the voices. Turns out they belonged to Karen’s uncle Richard and his wife, who had driven down from Mass. And Richard kept a big dog in his truck, right in front of our house. No way were we getting anywhere near him.
I almost felt sorry for Adele because when she couldn’t hold it any longer she had to get to the boxes. She bragged later that her “Merry Christmas” to the intruders was to leave her biz uncovered. She’s so spiteful.
Finally, everybody left and Karen came to bed. When all was quiet, I crept up onto the bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I swear I heard the “scritch, scritch, scritch” of Santa Kitty’s claws on the skylights. I would have gone to investigate, but Adele’s eyes were glowing malevolently at me from her bed on the dresser, so I stayed put.
Christmas morning, we chowed down on Fancy Feast Elegant Medleys, then I followed Cole back under the bed to sleep it off. Adele was the only one with any Christmas spirit.
Here’s what was in those big boxes wrapped in brown paper.
What are we supposed to do with this pile of junk?
Adele actually preferred the paper.
If I had some tape (and thumbs), I’d wrap her up and send her back.
Karen’s job was to put it all together.
Adele supervised from a safe distance in case Karen started throwing stuff.
Finally, it was done.
But what is it?
Adele was the first to show a slight interest. After all, besides a tub of ‘nip, a lousy blue jingle ball, and new food bowls (which are like giving a cat underwear), it was the only present we’d gotten.
Ball. Tunnel. Lame.
But then Adele figured out that the tower thing had TREATS inside!
Hmmm... there must be an easier way than pushing them through all these holes…
It didn’t take her long to figure something out.
The classic claw snag. Works every time!
Then Adele was diverted by Video Catnip, a Cats Working Christmas tradition. Adele’s seen it a dozen times, but she says she always finds something new in it.
If only Karen had put a couple of THESE guys under our tree!
Later, when Cole and I decided to check out the tunnel thing, Cole found the treats, too.
Why do they taste better when they seem stolen?
Even though Adele wasn’t crazy about our new toy, she got possessive and wouldn’t let me play with it.
Her eyes are saying, “This tunnel ain’t long enough for both of us, kiddo.”
Since the original configuration didn’t seem to be grabbing us, Karen tried making the tunnel even longer.
This thing could stretch into the kitchen and I STILL wouldn’t get any closer to Adele.
Since it was now taking up too much space, Karen tried one more time. When Adele wasn’t looking, I checked out the new, more compact arrangement.
OK, what happens when the ball hits the end of the tunnel?
We still have presents to open because we haven’t touched what Santa Kitty left in our stockings yet. Karen says we can have them this weekend when things are back to normal.
And now for the mystery…
When Cole came to live here in 2009, after the passing of Fred, Karen took some pictures of Cole on Christmas Eve. She snapped 2 in quick succession that were identical, except the second one had this…
Could it be the spirit of Fred checking out his replacement?
None of the other pictures that night, nor any she has taken in the 2 years since, have had what ghost hunters call “an orb” in them.
Fast-forward to Christmas morning 2011. My first Christmas here, after the passing of Yul. Karen took this picture of me (with a different camera than in 2009) watching Adele play with the new tunnel.
The spirit of Yul sneaking up behind me?
We didn’t see my orb until just now when Karen was helping me put this post together. It really freaked us out.
Other things have happened here since Fred and Yul died. Nothing bad, but we’re pretty sure they’re letting us know they’re still nearby. But that’s another story.
In 24 years in this house, the ONLY time Karen has EVER gotten orbs in photos have been these 2 shots, both of the newest cat on his first Christmas here.
It’s something to think about.
Happy New Year!