Pussyfootin’ Around…Christmas, 2020

Falling asleep, reading, waking up at exactly midnight, remembering, the little elf that I am, had work to do.

After delivering cookies on 6, leaving a harmonica for Andy on 9, padding up to 12 depositing fruit cakes to two fruitcakes that live across from one another, I happily found Patrick, the cat, waiting by my door.

I bought him a Santa hat tucked in the gift bag for his dad, he’s now wearing as we raid the fridge.

Along with eggnog and an ice-cream chaser, we break open a can of sardines settling down for a nice chat.

After reading him, Twas The Night Before Christmas, his favorite part…when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, he nestled on my lap.

Purring like a motor boat, listening to the story about the time catching my father eating the cookies I left for Santa, saying, he heard Santa was on a diet so he could squeeze down the chimney easier.

Just helping him out, he had said, eating those Lorna Dunes.

My mother got into the act offering to slice Santa a few carrots.

All I remember was being really pissed over the whole thing, even at 4, knowing, Santa was getting a bum deal.

“What’s that Patty? Another sardine? Let me fix your hat. Oh you like it tilted, Sinatra style? Okay. What was that? You’re a cool cat? I know that, but may I continue?”

Another time I caught my mother red-handed filling my stocking. When I said…hey…what are doin’ Ma, she said, Santa had called the day before to ask her to pick up a few things since he was running late at the North Pole. I wailed thinking Santa was screwing up, plus didn’t care about me, even after sitting on his lap, at Macys.  

“Oh Patty, don’t cry, when you’re just a little kid, you forget stuff pretty fast. Didn’t that ever happen to you, when you were a kitten? Let me fix your hat again…

It’s all the same. Parents lie, like when my mother said, I deserved coal in my stocking, but lucky for me, they were all out. No wonder I’ve been in therapy since I was 8…

You know Patrick, this reminds me of when I would tell Fluffy, my first cat, all my secrets. She’d listen too, even without the hat and sardines. “

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Susannah and Patrick

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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22 Responses to Pussyfootin’ Around…Christmas, 2020

  1. Merry Christmas, Susannah. A delightful story. πŸŽ„

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    A Merry Christmas and a happy and healthy New Year to you, Susannah!
    My oldest son, daughter-in-law, and two grandchildren always spend Christmas Eve with us. The parents make sure that Santa knows to bring the presents here. The kids sleep with Pookie and me, which makes things a lot easier for Santa. My youngest son and his girlfriend stayed for the second year too. Her family doesn’t do Christmas Day. Dad is in prison and mom is another story. Last year she said it was the best Christmas she ever had. I hope this year is the same.
    My oldest daughter, her fiancee, and youngest grandson will be here in a couple of hours. Youngest daughter and her family will be by remote since she is a waitress, he is a bartender, and their two teens are, well, teens.
    Enjoy the warmth of this Christmas. We have our front door open!

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  3. Dale says:

    Merry Christmas. Susannah.

    The stories we remember are what make us, eh? My sons and I brought supper over to my mother’s (and her beau) last night – on the sly as it’s illegal right now. Sheesh. Drove to the back, went in the back door. Iain, my eldest made his kick-ass Beef Wellington and my mother was to the moon happy to have had some Christmas cheer. I suspect my two sisters will find ways to go sneak in a visit as well.

    Glad you have Patrick to listen to you read and keep your lap warm.

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  4. John Rodgerson says:

    Merry Christmas Ms. Bianchi!


  5. I enjoyed your Christmas with Patrick

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  6. Ah, what a great piece. Your wit and humor are always appreciated. Do you like fruitcake? I’ve gotten in the tradition of making it each year. It’s gotten a bad rap, but it seems there’s not much to dislike about it. Merry Christmas, if only a bit late.

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  7. Im loving you blog so far. Just came across it now and i cant help but not read all of it πŸ˜€πŸ˜‚

    Have you ever been a teacher or are one? You give me that vibe

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