Christmas | Kai Chronicles

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My family and I recently added 2 new kittens to our household. Above, you will notice Scrappy Coco looking adorable on a Santa hat. She’s nearly 3 months old and as cute as can be.

©Jennifer Morton Photography

And there is Gingerballs. He’s a month older than Scrappy Coco. They are not from the same litter but they are the best of mates.

©Jennifer Morton Photography

©Jennifer Morton Photography

I grew up in a household that always had cats. My mother is often referred to as a crazy cat lady because she usually has several cats – sometimes we’ve had as many as 10+ cats. Many are barn cats though and not house pets.

My son, 7-year-old Master T is a cat person. We got our first kitten when he was 2 and ever since, he’s loved cats. He has several toy cats and for awhile, he was inseparable from a black & white stuffed cat named Malaysia.

Malaysia, who was bought in Kuching, Borneo had to go everywhere with us. Malaysia has been retired to the “friends” corner for quite some time now but Master T has other cat friends too.

Tom
Japan (guess where he’s from?)
Gary
And now the 2 real kittens, Scrappy Coco & Gingerballs

Master T not long after getting Malaysia.
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Last Christmas, I bought him I Could Pee on This a book of cat poetry. It’s hilarious and a must have for all cat lovers. If you’re in need of a gift for someone this year and they love cats, get them it. It’s a guaranteed winner!

This year, I’ve bought him Grumpy Cat’s new book. It’s funny too. I love that pessimistic cat. He’s everything I aspire NOT to be: bitchy, negative, cynical, hateful and rude. But damn he cracks me up!!!

Grumpy Cat hates Christmas

Most cats love Christmas though. All that tinsel and baubles and trees to climb IN THE HOUSE!!! Wow, it’s like Christmas was made for cats.

So, Happy Holidays to all the cats and their loyal owners.

Do you have cats? Do they love Christmas?

It’s all about the gifts to some

That’s our tiny tree hiding behind the ridiculous pile of ~~gorgeously~~ half-assed wrapped gifts. Most of them are not for me. Actually, the only gifts I am getting are the ones I bought for myself, wrapped myself and stickered To: Wife From: Husband.

It started off with a few things I was buying online and because it was so close to the big day, I figured they may as well act as Xmas gifts. When I told Mr M, he seemed to relish the idea. The more I did it, the more he gave up on having to buy me things just to cover in colourful paper and play a game of give/receive just because everyone else is doing it.

So, I know ALL of my gifts and quite frankly, I like it that way. I couldn’t care less if I got nothing. I live a kind of life that I don’t need to wait until December 25th to get something I really want. If I want something, I buy it. Spoilt? Maybe. Privileged? You’re damn right.

But, I do get excited about Christmas because I love the food and drink and I do have a (very nearly) 7 year-old boy who is beside himself with the mystery of it all. I remember being his age and peeking at gifts under the tree (influenced by older siblings of course) but although he is fairly touchy and feely with his presents I don’t think he’s peeked into any. So, Christmas morning will be filled with the sounds of paper rips, squeals, oooohhh, aahhhhs and laughter (one hopes). Aside from the other obvious stuff, my Christmas plans are as follows:

To spend Christmas with family in Perth.
To eat, drink and be merry – poolside.
To not pass-out from heat exhaustion (it’s forecasted to be 41+ degrees!).
To look great in my favourite bikini.
To control my alcohol intake.
To find balance between healthy & rubbish eating.
To eat chocolate.
To re-connect with Master T on the playmat (something I haven’t done in a long time).
To leave the “writer” in me in my home office.
To laugh.
To be joyful……cause that shit spreads (words by that great Canadian musician, Matthew Good).