Well, I was able to get home a little early yesterday, being Christmas Eve. I took the time to make Christmas cookies. Of course, my cat wanted to help.

Being that time of year, and being by myself, again, this year, I couldn't help but sweep my little furball up into my arms and tell him how much I love and appreciate him. Of all those I have known over the years, he has been the one creature on this planet that has stayed with me through it all. So, of course I told His Majesty the Cat how much I loved him, and I kissed his soft fur and listened to him purr. He just looked at me with this look of, "How long do I have to put up with this before getting some good food?"

Thing was, I've been blessed with a very White Christmas this year. And living on a mountain, it was not just snowing, but snowing continuously and in high winds. (It still is, even as I write this.) This storm has been going on for some 24 hours.

To get back to the cat though, His Majesty wanted to go outside yesterday afternoon. He would go over, sit by the door, and stare at it. Then he would stare at me. I could feel the strength of the Telepathy working. "Let Me Out!" The problem was, and is, that it is howling snow out there. I didn't even want to open the door to show him. But he persisted. He was tired of being in the house all day, and all the previous night. "I want out, NOW!"

"Fine!", I tell him. So I open the door. There is six inches snow piled up the door frame, and the door is above the sidewalk by at least four or five inches. The snow drifts were over two feet. He takes one look at that, and FEELS the cold wind hit his face, and turns around. I close the door, as tightly as I can to leave the cold out.

Now he's disgusted, but at least resigned to the fact that there is NO going outside. So he helps me work on computer cables. Do you know how cats work on computer cables? Well, I'll tell you. His Majesty the Cat grabs the end of the cable with his extremely sharp claws, and then Bites the end of the cable. I really didn't want the ribbon cables to have teeth marks in them, or bent pins on the connectors.

Finally I gave up. It was Christmas Eve. Time to curl up with the cat and go to sleep. He was all for that idea. There's always time to sleep, for a Cat.

Copyright © Brian Armstrong
December 26, 1999