Kitty Love

Today we celebrate Epiphany, which if you're not Episcopalian or another denomination close to it, might not mean much to you. It's the "13th day of Christmas", or the day the wisemen came to visit baby Jesus and give him gifts. It's also the day, for me, that I can no longer justify having the Christmas decorations up. Until that time, I can say "It's still the Christmas season! The wisemen haven't shown up yet!" Not anymore.

So today everything will come down, I can no longer procrastinate. The one who will be as disappointed as me, will be our house guest, Fiona.

Fiona is a cat, who officially belongs to my husband's parents. She's a beautiful, loving cat, who turns 3 this month. My in-laws, however, had had enough of Fiona torturing Figaro, their older cat, who they've had longer. Last fall, Figaro was at the vet for a few days and when he came home, Fiona decided she ruled the roost and started cornering Figaro and not letting him eat or use the litter box.

As my daughters LOVE Fiona (she's the one who let's them pick her up and play with her) my in-laws asked if we wanted her. Well, of course we would, but the reason we've never had a cat before is that my family (mother, sister, nephews) are allergic. But we said we'd take Fiona for a while and see how it goes.

We've had her about 3 weeks and so far so good, my nephews have spent the day here and been fine. And Fiona has been a good girl... BUT, (tying this back to Christmas decorations) her favorite resting/hiding spot has been the Christmas tree. She climbs up almost to the top and just lays on the branches (because of MY allergies, it's a fake tree) Once in a while she chews on a branch or bats an ornament. It will be interesting to see where she goes tomorrow...



If you have trouble finding her in this picture... look on the left side of the tree above the lamp.