At our branch party last week Santa arrived, and Tyler made a beeline for him. He was a man on a mission. He asked Santa for a "baby cat." I was surprised because he's never mentioned that he wants a cat before. I really should have known, though. This kid loves cats. He and Dougie play a game called "kitties" all the time. It's also pretty normal for him to be in his black cat costume from halloween.
Why did it have to be cats?
Most people know that I hate cats. I think they're cute and I even like petting them briefly. But they turn nasty so quickly. You'll be nice to them and they turn around and scratch you. They kill birds, mice and snakes (all of which I like), they keep you awake at night, and hide around the corner then attack your legs. At least that's what our cat did when I was a kid.
I will not have a cat in my house. Period.
I think I forgot to tell Tyler that. Or maybe he still believes Santa can work magic.
There might be some truth to that because when I heard my sweet little boy ask Santa for a baby cat I knew it really was his hearts desire, and I wavered briefly. I could see how happy he'd be with a little kitty. He would be in heaven. I don't know that there is anything else that could make him happier.
But I just can't do it.
Also, I was wrapping presents the other day and by accident I left out the presents from Santa for Allie and Joey (cough cough idiot! cough), and I know Tyler saw Allie's. So come Christmas morning (or Christmas Eve in this case, but that's another story for another day) I think the magic of Santa may come to an end. When there are presents he knows mom bought, and no baby cat, he'll know. He's a smart kid. I still hate it that he has to grow up. I just hope he's not heartbroken about the absence of a baby cat.
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