We can tell Olivia really put some thought into this. Just maybe, the ears gave that away.
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Today, we’re featuring four Colehaus Cats babies from 2012, using mostly previously unpublished photos (Mom has THOUSANDS of these). Some might say we’re also featuring cats who, at one time, actually got along with one another. No, that midnight cat fight the other night downstairs in the kitchen has absolutely nothing to do with this. Really. Okay, you’re just going to have to take our word for it, just don’t take it too far.
Not featured is the Niblet Viola, who, while not being a perfect little angel, was not involved in that midnight cat fight. Or, at least, we don’t think she was. She’s a fast and sneaky one, that Niblet is.
Today is Friday and if there could be a day named Nope Day, today would be it. Try as we may, we simply could not get Pia on board for being a part of this year’s Christmas e-card. She ran. She hid. She complained loudly. She looked at sister Tessa sideways and then ripped up an old piece of rug. Count yourself lucky, Tessa.
Later, after other more receptive kitties participated in Mom’s silly Christmas-themed photo shoot, we sat upstairs with Pia and had a chat. She’s not in the least interested in this year’s holiday anything, it would seem. And after some thought, maybe she’s on to something.
It’s been a rough year for everyone, on many different planes. Here, other than our ever-dwindling finances and Dad’s inability to find a job that pays more than minimum wage, Mom faithfully goes to work every day and faithfully puts her trust in close-working coworkers that they haven’t caught Covid-19, are hiding symptoms, and/or are too afraid to notify her boss. She’s had three close calls going back to this past May. Now’s about the time she’s worried. Now is about two weeks after Thanksgiving and all those family get-togethers no one was supposed to have.
So Mom’s thinking of not putting up Christmas lights outside this year, the first time that’s happened since sometime late last century. Not because she’s not interested in this year’s holiday anything. It’s because if she catches the virus, Dad can’t take down the lights and they may have to stay up forever. We’re not going to say Mom has never poked fun at or complained about people leaving holiday decorations up until, say, July (truth be told, it’s the inflatable Grinches still standing guard around our neighborhood in August that make her sad); she’s just mortified that our house might become one of those houses.
We think Mom just needs to think about it some more. Maybe she’ll be one of those people who wait to string lights on Christmas eve. Or is that put up a Christmas tree on Christmas eve? We’re definitely not putting up a tree, otherwise known as a big scratching post around here. And, well, Tessa.
