The Kittens of Christmas

Hi! I’m Fergus. I’m a kitten. My brother Liam and sister Jolene are brown kittens. I’m the only Siamese.

I’m real proud of that.

We live with the Ham Rack family, David and Susan. They look after us, but Liam and Jolene are going to a new place, a big house with lots of toys, they keep telling me. Maybe together, maybe not. I don’t care, they can be fun but also annoying and sometimes they take attention away from me. Bye bye, sibs, and don’t forget to not write.

We got borned a little bit before Christmas, so Susan is making sure they didn’t get adopted as Christmas presents. She says when that happens sometimes it doesn’t end so good. She says their new families are gonna be wunnerful, with lotsa wet food and dry food and jingle balls and soft cushions and laps. Me, I think she’s overselling it, but Liam and Jolene are eating it up.

I like to hoard the jingle balls and the puffy toys here. Drives Liam and Jolene nuts. That’s fun.

There were lotsa people at the house last week: a lady named Wendy and a fuzzy guy named Jack and a lady named Beth but she was a cat doctor so I stayed away from her, and another fuzzy guy named Brandon. Everybody kept teasing Brandon because he likes kittens, but he just smiled. Bummer; I was kinda hoping they’d be gone by New Year’s.

The people who came to visit took lotsa pictures of us. They said we lowered their blood pressure. I don’t know what that is, but they seemed happy. Once I was napping and I stretched my toes and I thought that Brandon guy was gonna go crazy. Started baby cooing and stuff.

Me, I went crazy over that Wendy lady’s yarn. She had a whole bag of it and kept leaving it laying around and so, you know, I did what came naturally. Once she picked up the bag and I was inside it taking a nap. Didn’t bother me any.

So now that Christmas is over, come visit and if you promise to take Liam and Jolene away, I’ll spread my toes for you, if you like that kinda thing. Whatever.