Dear Santa Paws,
It’s me. You know. Pebbles the blind cat. Pebbles the sweet little angel.
Mom and I just had a very interesting conversation about you. If Mom is accurate in her account of how this all works (and I know she tries), you accept requests for items to be delivered directly to our home the night of Christmas Eve. This is excellent news because I have a wish list for you! Being the giving little tabby that I am, I have also included my family on my wish list as well.
It’s officially the Christmas Season! I am so excited for my first full Christmas as an adult cat. There’s food, family, new outfits. There’s even a tree in the house to climb with boxes underneath wrapped in easily shreddable paper! And, of course, there’s Santa Paws.
What, you’ve never heard of Santa 
When I think about the Holidays a purr swells in my throat. Without question, it’s the best time of year. There’s the family thing, sure. But hello! There’s presents, new smells, Santa Paws, trees in the house. And food. Lots and lots of delectable, tasty, mouth-watering food!
Introducing cats – the very thought makes my ears go back and my tail puff out like cotton candy at the county fair. Of course we felines are sweet and loving. To our humans. And sometimes our close housemates. But we also invented the phrase “stranger danger”. People often think of dogs as the most territorial animal. Please! Any respectable feline makes even the most territorial dog look like the kindergarten welcoming committee.
Have you ever shared your home with a darling kitty and thought, “He must be lonely! I need to get him a playmate,” only to discover that you were a delusional idiot when he came nose to nose (or claws to nose) with his new “playmate”? Then read on, friends! I’m about to reveal some tips to make the transition from single feline to multi-cat household much smoother.
Live each day to the fullest. Find joy in the simple things. And every other vapid cliche you can think of.
I suppose they’re true, though. Really, we all are built to adapt, to get acclimated to any situation. When I was tiny Mom used to keep me in the bathroom when she was gone to keep the canines from mistaking me for a squeaky toy (really, dogs?!). All I dreamed about was one day being free to roam the house. Now that I’ve reached that important milestone, I don’t even think about it anymore. It’s just life.
So that got my Pebbles brain working. What do I do every day, even in the little routines I take for granted, that brings me joy? And how can I even recognize it when it’s there? Well, I guess today’s post will be sort of a travelogue. Then this is it: a day in the life of Pebbles the Blind Cat.