MY 1ST CHRISTMAS...



 

My first Christmas ...

With Mummy.

I'm not only one year old or younger still. I'm much older than that.

But this is the first year I have had an adoptive Mummy pamper me over Christmas.

And wow I have been one pampered Arnie!

I've had an advent calender in the run up to Christmas and we have sat and opened the door every day, followed by prayer together.

But Christmas Day was even more special.

At some point Mummy had snuck a stocking filled with parcels under the tree in the far corner of the lounge.

She only pointed them out to me on Christmas morning though.

Mummy had wrapped them up so I could manage to get into them, with an 'easy to access for Arnie corner' which was very useful indeed.

I was going to say handy, but have paws....tehehehe.

On the morning we rose early, as I was meowing loudly in  her ear; for my breakfast. Mummy had got me a special breakfast. Fish with white wine sauce.

 

 

Mummy was kind enough to open the packet for me.

I felt pampered. I licked my bowl clean well there. After I was content that I was well fed I allowed mummy to sit near the tree and have a rest with a small drink before heading out to church; and giving me chance to nap.

Once mummy got back we then had nearly half an hour before company arrived;  of my Grandparents, aunt & my Mummy's Neice, so what does that make her to me?

So before they arrived we stuck on some Christmas music and sang along, yes meow meow meow meeeeoooww; sounds more like it in the room. Anyway we spent that time singing along and also unwrapping our gifts.

Mummy had some lovely gifts from her friends, a mix of books, fluffy socks to keep her toes warm and some hats to keep her head warm also, indoor and outdoor.

And Mummy had got myself a mix of a beaver stuffed with catnip, one springy toy play with someone else (I also got one from a good Doggy Friend of mine and friends of Mummy's), and Mummy also got me an eggizer where I have food put in it and I have to roll it around to  get the food out, ever so much fun. Mummy has said she should of got me the dog sized one though as i'm emptying too quickly. I best watch the waist line too then, as I am feeling heavier within myself when I move around and when I jump up on the bed and sofa. Mummy was telling someone how a previous cat she had was drastically overweight and waddled when walked, she later showed me a photo of this cat. I need be careful I don't become like her. But hey what can I say I'm Garfield, I like my food.....

 

 

 

My Egg-sizer.

I felt such a lucky boy. So pampered and sat there cuddling up to mummy to thank her until company arrived.

Mummy's Neice loves playing with me with my new toys. We had great fun.

The company was good but they were draining for Mummy and I had to staple Mummy down so she wouldn't move and do anything; I always find that funny that if I sit on her she is stuck where she is then. Evil I am, I know. But it for her own good.

That evening we watched a film once company had gone, and Mummy kept dozing off so I had to keep pawing at her and meowing in her ear. I'd then get a sleepy stroke and cuddle before she started drift again.

It was a very early bed time for us both.

We sure can't do that very often!

Well off to bed yet again for some more Zzzz's,w hat can I say, its a tiring life keeping Mummy in check!

 

~Bye

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I'M SO CLEVER

Mummy is so proud of I. 

I am learning everyday. 

Mummy has been training me to do a few simple things but I learnt something all by myself and I shocked her when I showed her the first time.

Ok so setting the scene, Mummy falls asleep often, almost Narcolepsy like & also passes out a lot too due to her POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome); so I'm left alone a lot beside her on the bed dozing too; or awake playing. 

Well in the times I'm awake & Mummy is not, I have been practicing alerting people should she need help.

How?

Well I have been pawing at her touch screen phone (what Mummy types these blogs up on for me) & sending texts.

So maybe soon I can write my own blogs too.

Mummy was well shocked but also impressed. Wasn't you Mummy?

And the thing Mummy has been training me on, I can also now knock on the front door (to allow mummy to know when I want to come back in). I'm not tall enough to reach the doorbell though so I've had to opt for the knocking option.

This is a great idea on both parties as then I'm not out in the wet and cold for ages waiting yelling hoping Mummy will hear & Mummy doesn't have to keep coming and checking  either.

We have a great set up.

To list all the tasks Mummy has trained me in would be hard to think off the top off my head, but yet when I am doing the tasks I realise it is another thing that she has trained me to do.

Now I just have to learn how to mop the floor, that would be really impressive!

Bye

OPENING DOORS

Hello all we are deep into the Christmas Season and have we spent many of the advent calender dates now.

When Mummy opens it we sit and pray before she gives me my treat from within it.

But the purpose of advent is more than treats according to Mummy, she is teaching me over the month of Christmas.

So I am spending the coldness of December enjoying being educated by Mummy about Advent, Religion, Praying and relaxing.

Look Mummy took a picture so you can see. She thought it was rather comical for some reason.

Have a nice Christmas everyone.

Christmas Wishes from 

Mummy and I.

Bye