OUR CHRISTMAS CARD

~ sending the same thoughts we share each and every year ~

however you may choose to spend your holidays,

may you receive all that you need

and some of what you want,

share a little with others who have less.

Happy Christmas 2025

Ann & June

 

THE MERRY BASKET

When mine Mommy pulled our box of holiday decorations 

from the top shelf of one closet not long ago, 

in it of course was the "Merry Basket".

For awhile, she purr-mitted me to play with it, I'd put a few toys in,

then take a few toys out.  

Then the day came, when she said, "Juney, no more Merry Basket play",

and so I had to take all my toys out and put them away.

I'm a good kitty girl.  Especially in December!

So now the Merry Basket is empty ...

It sits on a shelf.  Soon it won't be empty.  

We will fill it with cards from family and friends near and far.

  

I might not be all that good 'cause I might tip it over once in awhile

to look at the purrty cards ... 

many have pictures of my kitty and woofie furriends!

Many have pictures of Santy Paws.

Whatever pictures may be on the cards, they are all wonderful.

Tomorrow, December 9 is Christmas Card day.

Me and mine Mommy will mail our cards to you and you and you,

and here on my bloggie we will also post another card ...

for you and you and you ...

meowz.

ROCK STAR CATS

Once upon a time, ten years ago to be purr-cise, my then 5-year old 

grandboy with his crayons and color pencils drew me a picture of a little kitty cat.

It was his birthday gift to me (in mid November) and together we named him 

"Rock Star" (if memory serves, I do think he actually chose the name).

The following month, looking for something different, for a holiday post

(maybe a Caturday Art for December?), 

"Rock Star" made his way into Adobe Photoshop and got all dressed up for Christmas.

And here we are, a decade gone by.  That little grandboy is

now a teenager, the crayons and color pencils no longer a thing for him.

For me, photoshop (now Creative Cloud) still is a thing ~

so let's make JUNE a "Rock Star"

for Christmas 2025.

After all, she is a rock star.

Your kitty cats are rock stars.

All kitty cats rock

and all are stars!

JINGLE BELL ~ CATURDAY ART

CATURDAY ART

 

"I FIXED IT", by JUNE

 An old photo.  A repeat.  Reimagined.  And redecorated, by June.

One afternoon, mine Mommy went off somewhere.  To do something.

I looked around.  Here and there.

You know, it has always bothered me that all 'round, wherever I look,

I see photographs of all the peoples she knows ~

and some art-kinda-sorta-things.  

What I do not see are pictures of me!  S'riously.

So with my own photoshop skills I fixed it.

I watch her each and every day, I pay attention.  

I am a smart girl.  I learn.

So.  I fixed it.

I think it is a wonderful improvement, don't you agree?

I think our little studio looks so much better now with pictures of me.

And I even found places

for my blue-and-white polka dot ornery-ments and

her red-and-white stripey ornery-ments 

so I did my own holiday decorating!  Meowz.

Do you think she'll like it when she comes home?

THANKFUL FOR ~

Thankful for our little tree.  Up there on our banner ~ photographed in early morning light,

with the sun streaming in through the window blinds, it sparkles.  And no, I am not

really sitting beside the tree, mine Mommy "put me there", I'm not allowed near.

Then we realized that just like it wasn't a good idea for me to be near our tree,

maybe it wasn't a good idea to have a candle by the tree either.

So in this picture (and yes, she "put me" in this one too) the candle made

way for a little lamp, and colors changed as she photographed in warm evening light.

Purr-haps you notice one other thing in this picture, the little monkey.

Little Monkey has his own story, a tradition if you will.  He is very old,

like maybe 75-years old or thereabouts and he is from Germany.  

When mine Mommy's Poppy Vic (across his bridge now) was a little boy, he lived there

and his German nanny gave this Little Monkey to him one Christmas.

Poppy Vic always had kitty cats and a kitty cat bit Little Monkey's toe one

morning ~ see his bandaged toe!  Oh dear, meowz.  That's still the same

old bandage, too, but that is what tradition is.  

And mine Mommy told me that she and Poppy always had Little Monkey 

on their Christmas tree for years and years.

I've promised not to put a bitey on his other toe.

Meowz.

THANKFUL THURSDAY

 

A BASKET CASE

Yes, meowz, today I am a bit of a basket case, you know, having a little emotional distress.

  Of course, that is not preventing me from napping [nothing really ever prevents a cat from its naps].

My blankie basket is my go-to place now that cool-cold weather has come to us,

and though weather purr-sons said we'd have snow today, I heard

mine Mommy say "that's silly, at 39 degrees, not gonna happen" and she

was right, cause it's dreary cold rain instead, rather have snow.  Meowz.

Sorry, I digressed.  Last night I messed up my blankies in the basket

something fierce, blame it on the mousie I was dream chasing.

And when I jumped in here early this morning for said nap, I could not, 

could not get myself covered up and where was mine Mommy who would

usually purr-form that task when I could not, could not?

Gone girl, gone.  Nowhere.  Not within meowzing distance.

So here I am half a cat covered.

Half a cat uncovered.

Half warm.  

Half cold.

Yet not preventing me from napping,

meowz.

A basket case.