Routines

Where Did Christmas Go?

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What day is it?

I don’t know.  I thought you were keeping track of that.

I think we all got lost in some crazy time warp.  Wasn’t it just yesterday that we were helping Mom wrap Christmas presents?

As a matter of fact, it was!

So, what happened to my birthday?  I got older one of those days.

Don’t you remember Mom singing to you?

I guess my memory is fading ‘cuz I’m getting older.

Just like Mom.  MOL!!  I bet our readers wonder what happened to us.  They might be thinking we got buried in snow ‘cuz we live in the frozen tuna.

Steinbeck, that’s tundra.

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What’s a tundra?  Is it another kind of fish?  I think frozen tuna is good.

You amaze me.  Sometimes you start off with a brilliant conversational topic and then you just fall apart.  Your brain turns to snowflakes.

Does not!

Well, I’m going to tell our readers that we’re all fine and healthy.  We just have a major problem with our human and the puter.  She just hasn’t been turning it on for us, so we haven’t been able to write.

Can I tell them about my dreams?

No.  They don’t want to know about you chasing balls and bells in your dreams.

Last night it was cotton balls.  They were so soft and fluffy, and they bounced all over the place….

Steinbeck get serious now.  We need to tell our readers that we hope they all had a wonderful Christmas with their humans and fur people….and even the ones who have fins and/or feathers.

Now where’s my New Year’s cup of tuna water?  I want to practice toasting 2020 so I get it just right.  Do I need that toaster thing to toast????

I need a nap.

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Me too!!!!

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Evening Traditions

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We try our best to make Mom laugh when she comes home from work.

We both have our traditions and if we don’t do them, Mom knows something is wrong., like when I got so sick.

I like to sit in the side window in the living room and watch for Mom to come home.  Mom usually looks at the window to see if I’m there.  However, I know what her car sounds like so I can tell she’s there before she pulls into the driveway.  She always starts laughing (or so she tells me) ‘cuz she can tell I’ve been waiting for her.  See, when she pulls into the driveway and looks at the window, if I’m not there, she can tell I was ‘cuz the blinds are moving in all sorts of directions.

I make Mom laugh when she gets to the door.  She has her key in her hand but she looks in the door, and there I am reaching up for the doorknob to “help” her.  She thinks I look so cute that she can’t help but laugh.  Then when she finally unlocks the door and opens it, I take time for a quick “mew” and then I’m off racing into the back yard to see what I’ve missed.  I usually do come back in again to check on my food dish, but I like to spend as much time in the back yard as I can.

Then, once we’re both inside, we have to take a nap.  Usually we’re both on the couch with Mom.  We watch TV or read or maybe talk on the phone.  It’s our together time and sometimes we get to chase the red dot.

When it’s almost time for Mom to go to bed, she goes out to the kitchen where all the food is and she gets us some treats.  Hemingway sits up and begs for his treats but I don’t have time for that so Mom just lets me have mine.

So, we have greeting time, outside time, together time and then treat time.

Guess what comes next?

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