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Many moons ago I posted that TW was mean and wouldn’t let me open my Secret Paws. I had been communicating with my Secret Paw match—none other than SPITTY!—so he wouldn’t feel bad. Truth be told, I wasn’t feeling all that well leading up to Christmas and right after which was one of the reasons TW didn’t want to get me all excited. I was lethargic and not eating very much. I’d rather lay around than play.
The week before Christmas we were having Spring-like temperatures and the house was over 80 degrees. Even with the windows open, it was hot. Also between the rainy weather and the fact that he’d arrived almost a month earlier, Fraser was getting moldy. We’ve never had a tree like that. The needles and branches were still green and fresh but he started to smell like terrible pine-scented air freshener. It was pungent, acrid and permeating all corners of the condo. Finally, the day after Christmas TW told Pop Fraser had worn out his welcome and they had to send him packing. She was getting asthma symptoms so she knew I must be too. She had stayed up with me Christmas night. They’d never taken a tree down before the
After I blogged about not opening my prezzies, TW gave in to the pressure of my furrend’s comments, relented and opened them even though I was ill and not enjoying the ritual of posing with anything. I’m sorry, there aren’t more photos but, trust me, we appreciate everything King Spitty and his Human sent.
The package was huge and heavy. I think TW secretly wished it contained 10 lbs of Ghirardelli chocolate but that’s neither here nor there. It was all about ME not her although there were gifts for both her and even Pop. We/She got a pretty blue blankie that perfectly matches her robe and Pop got memorabilia of some SF sports teams. They both want me to thank Spitty’s human for thinking of them.
Upon opening the package, I found a handsome autographed photo of Spitty—be still my heart—and a card containing the smallest piece of Spitty.
The prezzies were all nicely wrapped. Spitty did a fine job of overseeing the wrapping. All gifts were wrapped in festive tissue paper; most were without tape so I could use the tissue for play without getting stuck to it.
I got tons of prezzies that I’m just beginning to enjoy. I got food (Wellness), treats (Greenies & Wellness Kittles), my own blankie, three kinds of nip and some toys.
I’m not even through yet! A few days after Christmas, a package of peacock feathers arrived! All the writing was in Chinese with no hint of who sent it. Several PM’s later, I had my answer: they were part of my Secret Paws!
One of the toys is heart-shaped and I’ve been tugging on Spitty’s heart strings since then.
Don’t be too worried about me. For the past week, I’ve had non-stop zoomies. I haven’t wanted to stop playing and TW has been devoting more time to me. I think she got scared when I wasn’t feeling well cos truth be told I’m not that young anymore. I’m sorry if our playing time has been cutting into my blog visiting time but now TW knows I’m not going to be around forever so she best cater to me while she can. I was at death’s doorstep but I’ve beaten death back.
PS: I have even funnier secret messages over at the Secret Paws’ site.