Wednesday Word–Grampa

Grampa had a wicked sense of humor. He called all the male children in the 'hood “Charlie” cos he couldn’t remember their real names. The kids loved him so they’d go home and tell their Mom that their name was Charlie, not what she was calling him.

Because this is Christmas Eve, I’d like to share a Christmas story TW told me about about Gramps and one of the cats that came before me.

Twas the night of Christmas and all through the house all the humans were playing cards at the kitchen table. Big Tym aka Chizzy was nestled all snug on his flannel tablecloth bed. Of course he was ignoring all the loot he’d received earlier that day.

Yes, Christmas day was almost over. As Grampa would put it “Christmas is as far away now as it ever was." The family was immersed in their card game when Gramps walked in. Gramps was practically blind from macular degeneration so he didn’t go out without supervision. That said, everyone was surprised when he announced he had one more present and it was for Tym.

Chizzy had gotten a bunch of gifts from TW and didn’t show much of an innerest in any of them. Being a hefty 25 lbs, he didn’t play with much. Gramps held up a tiny wrapped package and everybody looked at everybody else. “What the …” “How the…” was what they were all thinking. Where had he gotten this present for Chizzy? He opened it up to reveal one of those little furry gray mice that most cats like so much.

Chizzy went crazypants over it. He played for over half an hour. He batted it. He threw it in the air. He loved his new toy; the only one he hadn’t ignored.

Finally Gramma axed Gramps where he had gotten the mouse. Gramps smiled and said “out of Tym’s toy box.” Everyone laughed the rest of the night while Chizzy played with the “new” toy.

I guess you had to be there. Heh heh. Are you expecting any surprise gifts this Christmas? If you celebrate Hanukkah, did you get any surprise gifts?

MINE!