Recovering From the Holidays
It’s a Friday night. I’m sitting on the bear couch trying to balance my MacBook on my lap as Ellie clumsily shimmies across me from one side of the couch to the other. Matt’s seated to my left, reading the latest news on his iPad, and CG (as per usual) is sitting on the floor in front of us watching us expectantly. It’s a quiet evening, and I love it.
It’s also the Friday after Christmas which means all of the presents have been given out, once again opening up the space under our pre-lit Christmas tree. CG couldn’t be happier. He absolutely loves the faux fir tree, and we realized from the very minute that we attached the plastic feet to its base that it would be a problem. Since that moment of putting up the tree, CG has picked at the branches with his claws, scratched on its “trunk,” swatted down ornaments, and of course, used it as a fort.
As semi-dangerous as some of his behaviors have been, Matt and I have conceded to let him have his way (under a watchful eye) because over the past few weeks CG has simply come to life. His darling 5-year-old sometimes-old-grumpy-man cat personality has been put on hold in favor for a goofy goose who just wants to have fun — and he can’t understand why Matt and I first yelled at him every time he tried out his new “scratching post.”
That’s just a tiny glimpse into everything that has been happening the past month. The past few weeks have been crazy, but wonderful — isn’t it always that way? I don’t mean all of the hustle and pressure, all of the family and expectations, but rather those quite moments when it’s just you and your cat staring peacefully at a lit Christmas tree in a darkened room.
And now that my schedule is nearly back to order, I’m happy to finally publish a post (after an unexpected absence) and continue to touch base with all of you.
Until my next post, I hope all of you had an absolutely tremendous holiday season, and I wish you and your families the happiest of New Years!