


The blind guy didn’t celebrate Christmas, so when my girl decided to decorate, I didn’t even care. But of course Spot did. He just had to attack the tree. He was such a kitten! Honestly. I just didn’t care. It was such a little tree. It wasn’t worth my time. There wasn’t anything to sharpen my claws on. It was much too small to climb on.
She had a tendency to give each of us a can of tuna for our Christmas dinner. Delicious. It made me love her so much. She never ate it, so we didn’t have to share with her. In fact, my girl refuses to eat animals. Yet, she had no problem giving any to us. She must have known what we needed to eat.
I do know she didn’t like our food. She didn’t care for the smell. I’m not even sure she knew how to prepare it. Whatever she gave us was already prepared and portioned. She knows how to cook, but I guess she doesn’t know how to deal with animals in cooking. She seemed healthy to me for a non-cat person.
With that first Christmas, we had a few presents near the tree. She even had some. She opened them for us. Not too exciting. They were toys. Spot loved them. I didn’t care. Eventually, she stopped celebrating Christmas with presents or even special meals. She just lost interest. I do know she prefers calm, quiet days to the craziness of the ever popular holiday of Christmas.
I can’t say I blame her. I don’t like too much excitement either. Let me sleep and meditate. Then I’ll be a happy cat. As I said, I don’t care for any part of Christmas, except for the tuna treats and catnip. Other things just aren’t as exciting or even interesting. Yet, as you can see from the pictures that Spot thought it was playtime when my girl was decorating a little tree.
Can you believe that kitten? Having to grab the garland as she is trying to decorate such a little tree. Then after she has it completely decorated and the lights plugged in, he had to knock it down. I hear there are humans who don’t put up Christmas trees because they live with cats. There are other cats like me who don’t care. But I suppose for the more playful cats, such as Spot, it’s a wonderful toy to have in the house.
Perhaps it’s a great toy for those cats stuck inside all day. Those forbidden from going outside at any time. Well, okay, perhaps a real Christmas tree is a wonderful to have. You can climb it. You can hide in it. But this tree my girl had was too small for either of those things. That’s why I wasn’t interested.
I can’t say I blame my girl for not liking the popular Christmas holiday. It can be too much. Spot and I once saw a family gathering she had to go to. We watched from the loft. It was much too much. Too much food we weren’t allowed to have. Too many presents. None were for us. There was a huge mess below us that the humans had to clean up.
And why? What was the point? If they were cats, they wouldn’t have cared about the lack. I still had my girl and Spot. That was all that mattered to me. I don’t need such things as all those presents or a huge dinner. Tuna and catnip are good. I like to have a safe, stable, permanent home with those I love. What more could I ever want or need?






