Sanderson's Diary, December 1997

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December 1

Am I just too cute in my new winter coat, or what? Life is good, and I'm really getting into this holiday stuff! I'm sooooo full, and there's still left-over turkey. Hope they have ham for Christmas. That way it won't seem quite so bad when I "pig" out!

December 9

Here I am with my Christmas bear. It's pretty cool, but what I like best is one of those bean-bag toys Mom got at Burger King about ten years ago. (Oh, yes, I had it carbon dated.) His name is Randy, and he's just about the right size for deviltry. I can carry him up and down the stairs, and even plop him down in my water dish for safe keeping after a hard day's play. Oh, the joys of Christmas!

December 14

Boy, how time flies. I'll be eight months old soon, and I'm getting to be so big and fluffy! I had my annual physical yesterday, and I weigh nine pounds. But I still fit into the bathroom sink! (See Sanderson's Diary, September.) Of course I would, because a cat curls up really tight after the humiliation of all that prodding and poking. I'm not sure whether to be pleased or disgusted that the doctor told Mom that I was ready to start on adult food. I mean, come on! I'm not eight months old yet! At least Mom said she would give me half and half for a while. And I am supposed to cut out the people food. That one will probably happen about the time Mom starts eating cat food. Who could resist me when I look up at them with my soulful eyes? How about this for a compromise: I will stop eating my toys, only beg for people food occasionally, and not spit out the tartar-control treats!

December 19

Remember that time I said that there are some things I can do that I don't want Mom to know about just yet? Well, I decided that since I'm now an "adult," all bets are off. Now I open closet doors when I want to. (Mom stores extra blankets on the floor of one of them, and they are so, so cuddly to curl up on!) I've also decided that I'll say when it is time to unplug the christmas lights for the garland on the bannister. It's been weeks now that I've looked at that dangling cord plugged into the wall. Now I just grab it with my paws at the outlet, lean over backwards, and voila! It is so much fun to play with once I start it swinging. I guess no matter what they say I'm still a kitten!

December 23

I really can't wait for Christmas! Yesterday afternoon I decided I had to see what was in the Christmas stockings hanging over the fireplace. So I climbed up to the top branch of my cactus, pounced about six feet over and up, and there I was among the garland decorating the mantle. It was short work from that point to pull up the tape holding the stockings in place, drop them to the hearth, and jump down to see what was in them. I guess Mom must have expected it, because they were empty! I know I'm getting some goodies, though, because I watched her wrap some presents while she thought I was asleep. At least I think some of them are mine. Oh, dear. You don't suppose . . .

December 26

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claws! When Mom got home from dinner with the rels on Christmas Eve she let me open my presents. There was a furry mouse with feathers for a tail, a six-pack of color-swirled ping pong balls, a can of Pounce, and a packet of tartar control chicken treats. I chose the chicken treats first. The wrappings were no problem. Had a little trouble with the top of the packet itself, but I was able to chew a hole at the side and the treats came spilling out. Um, um, good. To Mom's surprise, I love the things. Maybe the foil is the tartar control part! On Christmas morning my stocking was full and the goodies were easier to get into. Hope this isn't just a once-a year-event. A cat could get used to all this stuff!

December 27

I knew all this peace and good will stuff was too good to last. Today I got chased around the downstairs by the Black Phantom (a radio-controlled, off-road pickup truck)! Pretty cool, actually. It's almost as big as me, so I can get into the bed and go for a ride. Beats getting chased, and it makes the battery discharge faster. A dead truck is a good truck!

Check back now and then. I'll keep you posted on the latest developments! Hope to see you soon.

Sanderson