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The Cat Celebrates |
December 25, 2005
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On the occasion of this most Christian of festivals, The Cats Meow
wishes you a very Merry Christmas! Amidst the secularity, political correctness, and commercialism, we hope that you'll find a glimmer of that Spirit for which the holiday
was created. If, today, the stress and overindulgences leave you feeling a bit disappointed, look within yourself for the kind of love that cats give -- and tomorrow, go out and
find a way to share yourself with others, whether through charity, art, writing, or kindness (whatever your special talent may be). We guarantee that it will make you feel better! May your "Christmas Spirit" last throughout the year!
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The site's sponsors pay for each click. The Hunger Site determines the number of people who click and bills the sponsor. All money is divided and given to two hunger relief organizations: America's Second Harvest and Mercy Corps.
All it takes is one click a day.
You can also feed cats and dogs in animal shelters in the same way by going to the Animal Rescue Site.
"Christmas is a magic blanket that wraps itself about us, intangible, like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. It may be a day of feasting or prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance, a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved."
--Augusta E. Rundel
Link and quote furnished by Cappy Hall-Rearick
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| Christmas Cards -- 44¢ A SmileBy Rhiannon Waits |

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Christmas cards have long been a seasonal favorite of mine. However, it seems that years ago numerous people decided that it was too expensive to send out
Christmas cards. There were many that thought it was too time consuming and stopped altogether. Then there were those that cherished the cards and would wait for the mail to arrive to run to the mailbox when they get home. As they ran they
would hope to find a new Christmas Card.
I will not deny it; I get very little pleasure from licking envelopes and searching for snail mail addresses in a world of e-mail laden lives. Yet as e-mail is common among
us, we also find self-adhesive stamps, envelopes and return address stickers. You can even plug in your Christmas list into computer and save it year after year so all you do is load the address labels and click print. By the way, these come in
self-adhesive sheets as well. Everything can be automated but the signatures – do not cheat and have the computer print your signature. That will be the imprint of your thoughts and wishes. The personal touch should never be pushed
aside for a cold computer print out.
For those that feel Christmas cards are too expensive, I have researched the cost. If you take on Wal-Mart or some other retail store – you can find a box of 32 cards
for 2.00. Stamps for these 32 cards will cost 11.84. Ink for your printer will cost around .25. This brings the total to $14.09. If you divide this – you will find that it costs you 44 cents to bring a smile to an entire family. Those 44 cents
become a cherished item that is hung up on the wall or placed on a table. For that amount of change, you could cause several smiles as people walk by what has now become a Christmas decoration that year in their home. For less than 2 quarters,
you have spread loving energy and evoked loving energy from others. Each time someone picks up that card, that person thinks of you kindly. For the mere price of a card and stamp you have blessed others and been blessed your self. Where can
you do that today with forty-four cents?
Now comes the ones that say it is too time consuming. It takes you less than 2 minutes to sign, stamp, seal, and address a Christmas card. You can multiply your 2 minutes by 32
cards and come to an hour and four minutes of your time. (I actually have done this task with 60 cards in less than an hour). You spend more time watching 3 commercials on TV that you do addressing a 44 cents Christmas card. Once we have
gotten the boring math out of the way, we can begin to reach into our memories and into our hearts and recall stories of Christmas that made us happy. We do not even have to stay in the distant past but stray into the recent past as well.
As a child, I remember rushing to the mailbox to pull out the Christmas cards. I lived in Kentucky so it promised to be cold if not snowy as I as I reached into the metal box with my
heart pounding with excitement. I would pull out the days mail and dig through it quickly looking for an envelope that resembled a Christmas card or to see a return address of a relative or a friend of our families. If by chance that day I found one, I
would run as fast as my little legs could take me screaming to my parents that we had a card. Most times, I was allowed to open it and they would pass it around and look at it. No one ever failed to smile.
After the card had passed through the hands of everyone there, we grabbed a roll of tape and taped it along the doorways. It added to the holiday decorations and we would go by
and occasional stop and look across our cards again. Each day I would run out to the mailbox and repeat the ritual of Christmas card hunting in a small metal mailbox.
Back then, it wasn’t unusual to receive 100 to 200 cards. (*sighs* - I am beginning to sound old). I remember hearing my mom on the phone talking to aunts and her friends, a
s they would share with each other how many cards they had received and how many they had sent out. It almost seemed like it showed how much a person was thought of by how many cards they received. In a silly kind of logic, they were right. It told how
many people thought you were worth 2 minutes of their time and the cost of a card and a stamp.
Today I am 47 years old and as Christmas approaches, I start to eye the mailbox as does my sons. As the Christmas cards start coming in, their younger legs beat mine to reach into the
mailbox and look for Christmas cards. I simply chuckle and tell them I will get it next time. Yet even my children know how happy the cards make me.
I realize there are many who can not afford to send a card and some that can not complete the tasks it takes. These are the people need all the Christmas wishes and help we can give them.
This year as it has been for the last four Christmases here with Steve – we will stand them up on the large handcrafted dining room table that Steve designed and created. When we
run out of room there, we will put them around the doorways. As we walk around them each day, we will look at them and sometimes pick them up. As every year since I can remember …… we will smile.
This little lesson on love and life is about the price of a blessings - what is it worth?
"There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes. "
Doctor Who
Reprinted from www.rhiannonwaits.com
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A Kitten's Twelve Days of Christmas Mischief...
or The Holiday Adventures of Baby Sara |

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On the first day of Christmas,
my kitten ruined for me...
A batch of my special hand-print cookies. I had turned my back to grab the cookie sheet sitting on the stove. In that micro-second, Sara climbed onto the table, poked her paw into the delightfully kneady mixture and,
suddenly off- balance, fell into the cookie dough. Net loss? Six cups of flour, four cups of sugar, three sticks of butter.... Of course, it would have been cheaper to remove the feline ingredient, pick out the hairs, and just rename
the recipe Paw Print Cookies.
On the second day of Christmas,
my kitten accompanied me..
On a trip to the vet clinic. Who knew that skinny curling ribbon has feline taste appeal? I didn't. Damages: $28.00 for the office visit, $36.00 for anesthesia so the veterinarian could take $55.00 X-rays in case Sara had taste-tested any
other Christmas decorations, and a heck of a lot of embarrassment when the vet removed the 3' curly tail in slightly less than two seconds by tugging at it with a pair of tweezers.
On the third day of Christmas,
my kitten wrecked for me...
13 ornaments on my Christmas tree. My mistake was forgetting to chain the decorations to the branches. My other error was leaving the room to go to the bathroom while Sara feigned sleeping under the tree. How was I to know she was
actually measuring its climbing potential? Value of broken bulbs? $7.50 plus tax.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my kitten broke for me...
A statue in my Lenox Nativity. Would you believe two Wise men plus a head? Lenox nativity figurines: $55.99.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my kitten scratched for me...
The kid across the street who collects for charity. It was an accident. She merely wanted to reach out and touch someone. Unfortunately, she used a unsheathed claw to do so. I settled out-of-court for the cost of a jacket to replace the
boy's blood stained one and a hefty donation to the charity of their choice. Although the amount must remain secret according to our settlement, let me put it this way. You haven't seen many soldiers for the Salvation Army this year,
have you? Think: Major Windfall!
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my kitten opened for me...
The presents beneath my Christmas tree. It was only two, really. While doing some early shopping at a discount store, I purchased a catnip mouse for Sara's stocking. Apparently, anything in the same bag as catnip takes on its potent
aroma for a very long time. Replacement costs: $3.99 for another roll of Christmas wrapping paper, $4.50 for two empty boxes, $1 each for the kind of bows Sara can't unravel.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my kitten lost for me...
The earrings I bought for my sister, Mary. Actually, it was one earring but since Mary doesn't have a hole in her nose or navel, a pair of matching earrings does make a more appealing gift. Sale price: $29.95 plus tax.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my kitten helped me...
Replace my E and G guitar strings. Would you believe a kitten could fit into the itty-bitty hole in the center of my Yamaha guitar? Neither could I, but Sara thought so. And she succeeded once she got those rascally strings out
of the way. Unfortunately, her little rear end couldn't get out the way I came in. After paying through the whiskers for her previous escapades, I would have been willing to leave her in the guitar for the duration of the holiday
season, except that she chose to get stuck two hours before I was due at the nursing home for our annual Christmas carol sing-a-long. Set of steel guitar strings: $12.95; jar of petroleum jelly: 79¢.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my kitten destroyed for me...
My Christmas card list when she walked across my computer's delete key. Cost for call to Computer Country's 900/help line: $17.50. And I still don't know what happened to the listings of B through H.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my kitten hid from me...
The remote control from my 13-inch TV. This wouldn't be such a disaster if she hadn't previously stolen the power knob. I missed a week's worth of Christmas specials, including my all-time favorite, "It's a Wonderful Life." Rental
of "It's a Wonderful Life": $2.00; purchase of book, "Good Owners, Great Cats": $24.95. Unfortunately, it never mentions the psychological profile of kittens with kleptomania.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my kitten ate for me...
The drumsticks off my 19-pound turkey. OK, OK, So this one time it was my fault. I knew I never should have uttered those now infamous words: "Your first turkey, Sara. Want to try just a little piece?" Cost: Christmas Dinner.
On the twelfth day of Christmas...
Sara rested. And so, thank goodness, did my VISA card.
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A Carol For Children By Ogden Nash (1902-1971)
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God rest you merry, Innocents,
Let nothing you dismay,
Let nothing wound an eager heart
Upon this Christmas day.
Yours be the genial holly wreaths,
The stockings and the tree;
An aged world to you bequeths
Its own forgotten glee.
Soon, soon enough come crueler gifts,
The anger and the tears;
Between you now there sparsely drifts
A handful yet of years.
Oh, dimly, dimly glows the star
Through the electric throng;
The bidding in temple and bazaar
Drowns out the silver song.
The ancient altars smoke afresh,
The ancient idols stir;
Faint in the reek of burning flesh
Sink frankincense and myrrh.
Gaspar, Balthazar, Melchior!
Where are your offerings now?
What greetings to the Prince of War,
His darkly branded brow?
Two ultimate laws alone we know,
The ledger and the sword --
So far away, so long ago,
We lost the infant Lord.
Only the children clasp His hand;
His voice speaks low to them,
And still for them the shining band
Wings over Bethlehem.
God rest you merry, Innocents,
While innocence endures,
A sweeter Christmas than we to ours
May you bequeath to yours.
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