Ever wondered what sort of vibes your pets pick up on during the holidays? At times, they seem to know that something’s up – something’s different. Well, wonder no longer – Phoebe June’s diary has the blow-by-blow.
She’s now experienced her second Christmas and as I peek into her ponderings, see that she finds the holiday season full of ups and downs regardless of whether she’s a tiny puff-ball or a full grown epitome of feline perfection. Shortly after her adoption, she became aware of a certain something special in the air. Here are a few of her thoughts along with some photo art you and the kiddos might enjoy.
Friday, December 8, 2017
Mommy and I played so many games and toys when I got ‘dopted that I had to take naps and naps so I could grow fine and fancy.
She told me that Jesus was having a birthday and she had to do sneaky stuff so after she’d snuggle me to sleep, I’d finish my naps on the furry thing. I hoped I wouldn’t miss the big day, but Mommy said I’d get a special feeling and know when it happened because He was the one who made me so furry and cute and made sure I didn’t turn out to be a dog. I’m already liking this holiday.
Tuesday, December 12, 2017:
Yesterday, Mommy left me all alone and I cried. I cried a lot until I fell asleep. When she came home, she said I had accessories. Whatever they are, they had a funny smell so I sat on them and today she got me all accessorized and ready for the road. I thought we were going Christmas shopping.
We didn’t. We visited a man called Doctor Fray. He was nice and thought I was ‘dorable, but he smelled like all kinds of critters. It worried me at first but after a little bit I got bored and konked out on his table – most boring place ever and no special Christmas feeling here. Before I knew what was happening he gave me a pill and did a bad thing he called taking my temperature. It didn’t give me a warm and cozy Christmas feeling and next year I think I’ll give it a miss.
Thursday, December 14, 2017:
It got all snowy and blowy out the windows today and cold air whooshed my nose when Daddy came in and went out. Mommy calls it winter weather, but I don’t think it’s for kittens. Giving this part of Christmas a miss.
Friday, December 15, 2017:
Mommy says if you don’t work out you’ll get a Christmas pudge so I went along to visit Gym. Since Dr. Fray says I only weigh a couple of pounds myself, I don’t know what she expected me to do with Gym’s toys, so I think I’ll settle for the pudge. All Gym’s people thought I was cute as a button and gave me treats, so it was a hit after all.
After Gym, we picked up lunch for Daddy from some nice people who just hand the smelly stuff out in bags if you ask them nice. It was a hit with me and I gave the lady my best Christmas smile. She seemed surprised. I don’t know why – I smile at everybody.
Saturday, December 16, 2017:
We went to a birthday party – not Jesus’ party – one for Mommy’s and Daddy’s other sweetie-pie. They had a nice furry thing and that was a hit, but they told me afterward that they set their treats on fire before they ate them and if they do that again next year, I’m giving it a miss.
Monday, December 18, 2017:
Time (whatever that is) is running out, Mommy says, and that’s why we couldn’t snuggle much today. A kitten has to do what a kitten has to do. I’d rather have Mommy and give this new kid a miss.
When I woke up Mommy was wrapping boxes. That crinkly stuff is a hit with me! I tried to get onto the table where the action was, but for some reason I got in trouble with Mommy.
Wednesday, December 20, 2017:
Whatever hustle and bustle means, it keeps Mommy hopping. It’s a hit with me, though, ‘cause new stuff happens every minute, like boxes just my size, runs for the border and baskets of warm laundry.
Sunday, December 24, 2017
You never know about Daddy. He says it’s Christmas Eve and that’s special. One minute, we’re snuggling in the chair with our feet up. A kitten could get a cramp doing it like he does. The next minute he’s plunking me right into the cold, white stuff. There are some days I’m not sure Mommy should let him watch me!
Monday, December 25, 2017:
Christmas came today and Mommy was right – I could feel it.
I sniffed specialness (and a roast duck) in the air all day! I got toys and treats and that was a hit. I heard people say that that when there was no room for Jesus He got to have His birthday in a stable with all the animals and that they all got to talk that day and tell Him how special He was. The stable cat must have been what they call an ancestor of mine because I come from a long line of talkers who put the Mew in Mewey Christmas!
In the last year, Phoebe June has grown into a shining and elegant example of cathood. Her catitudes fluctuate wildly between those of that small kitten of a year ago to those of a demanding adolescent who’s convinced that parental standards are archaic and unnecessary.
She had, of course, strong opinions during the 2018 Christmas season and they mirror, to a degree, those of the previous year. I managed to snatch three snippets from her diary.
Thursday, November 29, 2018:
Mommy has ignored me off and on since Thanksgiving, but I’m forgiving her because she’s filled the whole place with wiggly, crinkly, rustly toys and the best one is this thing she thinks is a real tree but it’s not. She even put a special blanky under it for me to nap on so all I have to do is reach up and pull off the pretties I want! This thing is a HIT! Why they distract me with that stupid squirt bottle is a mystery, but you never can tell with Mommy and Daddy. Wish they’d give that thing a miss – it’s messing up my whole holiday season.
Monday, December 14, 2018:
Awesomeness popped out of a big box today and I got one of my Christmas presents early. It almost makes me want to forgive them for the squirt bottle. A jungle gym, scratcher-upper, flying mouse-birds, all combined with a napping cubby – this thing is better than Mommy’s tree – almost. Anyway, it’s a big hit!
Tuesday, December 25, 2018:
I had that warm and special feeling all day that you get just thinking about how Jesus came to live with us. They hand out treats and gifts because He is such a Gift, so I figured I may as well snooze until we got to that part. I wonder about Mommy sometimes. She gets tired getting ready for the big day and it makes her do the strangest things.
She dangled a sock for me – just one, mind you – not two or four. I guess the poor thing misplaced the others. It’s just as well. I wouldn’t have wanted to be seen wearing the gaudy things in public. Anyone could tell just by looking that she bought the wrong size. Later we peeked inside it and out popped a very interesting rodent. I ignored it just for show. That’s what I do.
I played in tissue and crawled in and out of boxes and bags for hours and not one squirt from that stupid water bottle! Ah, THIS is Christmas! Later, I found my new toy, named her Rhoda and gave her the bath she needed if she’s going to be living here.
People keep talking about coming up with resolutions for 2019. I have one. Somehow, before the next time the tree goes up, I’m going to track down that squirt bottle and give it a miss! I wonder how much litter it will take to bury that thing.
Loud-mouthed, opinionated and completely loveable – that’s our Phoebe June! “Share”, “Like” and “Pin” her thoughts and adventures with the cat-lovers in your life and stick around – she’ll have more to say soon!
If you missed the first installment of “The Phoebe June Diaries”, you can catch up by clicking here. See how she celebrated National Cat Day here, and learn about how we became her forever family here!
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