Kitty cat blog
Another Christmas has come and gone. This year I think I was pretty crafty and creative with some holiday songs and poems of my own. Though I borrowed the tune from several old ditties, I gave my own spin to some of them. I'd like to share a few with you:
Twas the day before Christmas, and all thru my house,
Nothing was stirring, not even Melvin, the mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney you see,
In hopes that some treats would be left there for me.
Matt was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of chicken danced in my head....
(Yep! that about sums it up!)
Sing along to the tune of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer!!
I'm Piggy the pink-nosed kitty,
I have a very pink, wet nose.
And if you ever saw me,
You'd like to take me home.
All of the other kitties,
Think they're pretty special, true?
But this crazy, silly Piggy, wants to say that she loves you!
To the tune of Deck the Halls:
Deck my halls and give me treatsies,
I just want to eat eat eatsie!
Give them here, give them now, don't delay.
If you don't I'll bite your feetsies..
And a short one:
Silver bells....silver bells....it's kitten time in the city...
Ringaling.....here them ring....soon it will be catnip day!
All in all, I love to have fun. But sometimes I do share a heartfelt moment or two. As a little gift to you, I leave you with a small snippet from a chapter in my book about a very special Christmas visit:
Piggy curled around on the fuzzy blanket laying her head into her paws; her whipcord tail curled around herself and fell into blissful slumber.
Awakening much later, Piggy noticed how dim it was in the room, almost as if the light had been sucked right out of the day. Fat, lazy snowflakes began falling. Feathery, lacey, they cascaded through the air, lighting on bushes and grass. Piggy jumped from the couch onto the window sill, her breath making frosty fog on the glass. Brrr, it’s really cold in here now.
She thought about the Christmas holiday, only a few short weeks away. It had always been one of her favorite times of the year. In the past she’d always enjoyed watching Matt and his uncle decorating, watching them pile colorful, wrapped presents under the tree. Most of all, Piggy liked guessing which ones were for her.
Matt had a small artificial Christmas tree in the corner of their new living room. Colorful twinkle lights covered every branch and homemade ornaments from his youth hung from tiny hooks. When he wasn’t looking, Piggy pawed at the fake bark of the tree and batted at the hanging decorations.
She couldn’t wait for the silly cartoons Matt watched year after year: The Grinch, Frosty, and Rudolph. She loved the festive music her human played day and night. Nothing was better though, than all the foods that would soon come through their door. Matt’s mom and grandma made the most wonderful treats during the holiday. Christmas Eve was best since they prepared several types of fish. Piggy’s mouth watered just thinking about it all.
She loved the attention and warmth as Matt’s family gathered together. Humans are very fortunate to have such a wonderful time of the year.
The snow fell harder outside, blanketing every surface as Piggy continued watching and daydreaming. The wind raged and blew the sparkling diamonds of white all around. A huge burst of wind gusted and the front door to the house flew open.
What on earth? Piggy crouched down, her ears flattened to her head, a ball of fear in her stomach. She’d never seen such a thing happen before. Didn’t Matt lock up behind himself this morning?
Tufts of snow swirled into the house, the wind pushing with great force. A tiny bell on the Christmas tree tinkled as the wind blew past Piggy. She sat immobile, terrified at what she was seeing.
Just as suddenly as the wind had picked up, it stopped. Snow lay on the hardwood floor of the living room in crunchy piles. Piggy, a bit wary, though curious, hopped down from her perch to investigate.
“Hello Piggy.” She stopped cold in her tracks, a most familiar voice calling her name. “Piggy, it’s me. Look.”
Where the door stood open and the snow lay upon the floor, a velvet gray cat sat staring at her. Piggy blinked once, twice, trying to clear her sight. The cat smiled at her; large golden eyes alight with humor. A soft glow emanated from around her.
“How are you dear sister?” The voice was music to Piggy’s ears. The lovely, familiar voice which had been with her through thick and thin, good times and bad. It can’t be.
“Vision? My goodness. How can this be? You’re uh, you’re. . .” Piggy shook herself.
“May I come in?” the gray cat asked as if it was the most normal question in the world. She didn’t wait for Piggy to answer and padded through the carpet of snow before her. Vision stopped right in front of Piggy and touched her with a delicate paw.
“Oh Piggy, it’s grand to see you!” Vision rubbed herself against her sister, purring.
Piggy began crying then and laid a paw over her back. The soft feel of her velvet coat was such a welcome touch. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and a feeling she would never be able to describe. The sniffling slowed, and the cats smiled, joyful to be in each other’s company.
“I have so much to tell you,” Vision said. “I only have a short time though.” She looked around the room. “This is a lovely home. I’m happy for you and Matt.”
The cats jumped onto the couch, Piggy forgetting the fact the front door stood wide open. It wasn’t cold in the room though.
“How has your life been, sister dear?” Vision asked.
Piggy spoke then about her newer friends, Melvin, Rolf, and all the creatures that had helped rescue her pal during such a dark time.
“I’m so pleased,” Vision said, her soft voice holding a touch of higher speech, almost as if she’d gone to school and learned how to talk more distinctly.
Piggy would think later that her sister seemed almost regal. She carried herself with a different air than when she’d known her and loved her all the years they’d been together.
Vision laid a paw over her sister. “I want you to know there’s so much more than what your eyes see, Piggy. There’s a whole new world, the rainbow bridge and beyond. I thought you should know.” She sighed, a sad smile on her pretty face, her white whiskers almost shining. “This time of the year, Christmas, is very special. Treat it special. Treat those you love with respect and kindness. It all comes back to you my dear sister.”
“Vision, have I done something wrong?” Piggy asked, pulling away from her sister.
“Oh no, Piggy, no. This is my gift to you. This is the magic of the Christmas season. I chose to spend it with you whom I loved more than any other creature.”
Vision began licking her paw and washing it over Piggy’s head just as she’d done so many times before. Piggy lay back basking in her radiance and warmth. The feel of her sister’s touch comforting her.
“Can you stay?” Piggy whispered. “Please, I don’t want to lose you again.”
“I’m never far away,” Vision said. “Don’t worry about anything, and remember to live every day to the fullest. Have fun and laugh often. And by all means, be open to different things. Life changes so easily and sometimes if we open ourselves to something new, it may be for the best.”
Vision hopped down from the couch. The day had grown still while she’d been speaking and now the wind picked up once again. A blustery gust blew in, the bell on the Christmas tree tinkled once more and Vision was gone, just like that.
Piggy closed her eyes hoping when she opened them, her sister would be there before her again. This time there was nothing. The front door was closed as if it had never been blown open. The snow stopped falling and Piggy heard the sound of a car door just then. Surely, I’ve been dreaming. . .
(Hope you enjoyed my Christmas gift to you, friends! Love ya, Piggy)