With Christmas rolling in, gifts are on my mind. Which can be translated into YOUR GIFTS ARE GOING TO BE LATE.
And OF COURSE, my son wrote a letter to Santa and included a SANTA KITTEN. No, that’s not a stuffed animal with a santa hat. He wants a REAL kitten.
I’m torn. I feel awful about rehoming Ratchet dog (although I KNOW that it was the right thing to do). E asks about him at least twice a week. And we already have three cats. Now once upon a time we had four cats, but Tobias died of cancer. It sucked. We also have Calliope who our vet suggested we make a BARN CAT. She has an anxiety-related peeing problem. Problem two is that we don’t have a barn. So now, she’s in the dog cage until we either find a barn or build her a home under our deck again.
Our other two cats are perfectly healthy very odd ten-year-old cats.
Bringing another cat in the home seems, well, dumb. But also seeing my son’s face after he’s been so sad about Ratchet seems, well, irresistible.
I’m not sure that I want to put this to y’all since no one is volunteering to scoop poop, buy us a barn or pay for my son’s therapy. (Although if you kept your opinions completely to yourself, I’d fall off my chair in shock.)
However, I would like to know what the best gift you’ve ever gotten, Christmas, birthdays, just because days. Maybe I can switch out the cat for one of your gifts and still win. Unless it was a PREGNANCY. Or a UNICORN. Because NO BABIES or BARNS, remember? (Except for Jesus, of course. He can totally ride out of my son’s Christmas stocking on a unicorn.)
Oh, and the best gift I’ve ever gotten? I don’t know. I hate surprises, and I’m very practical when it comes to gift-receiving. I ask for what I NEED. Or USE.
The best gift I’ve ever GIVEN was Christmas 2002 when I gave my husband an airplane ticket to Chicago, and I arranged his three best friends from college to meet up with him there.
So I ask: What’s the best gift you’ve ever received? (If you say a cat, I’ll bite you.)
UPDATED: After my husband read this, he was offended that I didn’t list the ring he got me on the five-year anniversary of making the best decision of his life: ASKING ME TO MARRY HIM. Which was very sweet and totally a surprise of the good kind. But jewelry can’t be my NUMBER ONE BEST GIFT. Because I’m not a jewelry person.
PS. That’s NOT why I lost the ring by the way. And yes, I suck.