I love Kell; she's the mother I never had while growing up. I never even think of her as a stepmother anymore. Still, I acknowledge that she has her foibles (most of which come from her basic canine nature).
This came out Christmas Eve night when the family was gathered together, as usual for the holiday. (For me, of course, it was morning. As the nocturnal member of the group it's my job stay up all night guarding the presents.) Kell became focused on how Ms. Eyeshine was doing across the street.
While Kell doesn't have any pit bull in her, she does sometimes get a solid grip on an idea and won't let go. After a half hour of obsessing over it she finally went over to invite her to join us. Dad didn't argue; he knows her too well not stand in the way when she gets like this.
After about twenty minutes Kell returned alone, somewhat sheepish. Ms. Eyeshine had given Kell a Christmas ornament (a hairball covered with spray glue and glitter) which was hung on our tree.
Kell said that Ms. Eyeshine had kindly and patiently explained that felines celebrate holidays in a solitary fashion. (Something most of us knew already!) We ate dinner, and afterwards Kell took one of the bones remaining from the meal and covered it with glitter. By the next morning, Ms. Eyeshine had a new ornament for her tree.
This week's question for my human friends, How do you celebrate the New Year?
