I took some time off, but now I’m back to encourage all my loving friends to ask Santa (or their parents) to get some poor homeless pet a present for the holidays.
My Ma tells me that our local humane society has a pet tree at the mall where you can see the pets available at the shelter. Most of them have the first wish of a new home for Christmas and if you are thinking of adding to your family over the holidays, please check there first.
Each of the little cards on the tree also has a wish list for the pet on the front. Ma picked out a grey tabby who looks a bit like me and brought her card home. Sally wants a home for Christmas and while she can’t ahve mine, I am sending her a box of Christmas pressies to help her through until she finds her own people.
First and foremost, I’m cleaning out my toy box. Ma and Da buy me all sorts of toys and some of them suck, I mean, ummm, did not fit my playtime needs. There’s a big bouncy battery-controlled ball that I hate, but Sally might like it….and some cat nip bubbles. Seriously, who thinks I would like these things? Oh right, Ma…
Then, we’re going shopping to get Sally some other stuff. Ma is gonna get her some cat sip and some treats (She can have mine, I only like fish), some kitty litter and some food. Sally’s wish list also had a cat tree on it, but that’s just not gonna happen, unless I get a new one from Santa. Then, she can have the old one.
Ma wants me to go shopping too, to pick up some of Sally’s pressies and to get my picture taken with Santa. Bah Humbug, I say. I’m staying home.
But I will write Sally a little note and tell her to keep her chin up. She’ll find people who love her, I think. She just can’t have mine.
