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5 Year Old Me and a Bag of Kitten Food (Virtual Advent Tour 2009)

I decided to participate in the Virtual Advent Tour in which bloggers sign up for a day of the advent calendar to feature a holiday-centric post.  So, happy 23rd day everyone and welcome!  On to the post.

I grew up in rural Vermont with a brother 5 years older than me and my two working class, highly religious parents.  Since my parents were very serious about their Christianity, to the point that I was homeschooled until the 6th grade, Christmas was a big freaking deal.  Jesus being born was the fulfillment of many prophecies.  Without Jesus’s birth, there’d be no Easter and without Easter we’d have no hope at all.  Jesus’s birth was second only to Jesus’s death and resurrection, and that was only first because the Second Coming hadn’t happened yet.  Therefore, Christmas was one busy season for us.  I’m talking Advent Calendars, baking multiple goodies from scratch, multiple must watch specials and movies, two extended family gatherings, candlelight services, special church performances, and more.  Of course, me being a kid, the only truly important part of Christmas was the presents Christmas morning.  Although, you’d be hard-pressed to get me to admit it, and I would fervently state how much I enjoyed the family reading of the Christmas story from Luke between stockings and presents.

Since my parents fervently believed telling us that Santa was real was akin to telling us Muhammed was right, presents were gradually placed under the Christmas tree, and we weren’t allowed to touch them.  This led to hours of me sitting on the rug in front of the tree pining and wondering erm, *ahem* reading a book.  My brother and I became experts at determining what a present was just by its shape or determining what awesome present the unwrapped accessories under the tree went to.

Every year pretty much from the time I could talk, I asked for a kitty.  We had a dog, Beuaregard, but all I wanted was a kitty to snuggle and to feel purring on my feet when I slept.  Dolls shmolls, I wanted a kitty.  One December morning, when I was (I believe 5, definitely before I was 7) I came into the living room and came to a dead stand-still.  All you needed was to turn me to salt, and I’d be doing the perfect impression of Lot’s wife.  There under the Christmas tree was a bag of kitten food.  My heart raced and I did my best not to shreek in sheer joy, because a family rule of Christmas was if we guessed a present prior to Christmas morning, we weren’t allowed to have it.  It was the veritable don’t ask, don’t tell of holidays.  My mom wasn’t big into giving us what we wanted, she thought it’d be spoiling us, but my dad.  My dad always wanted to give us exactly what we wanted, and I was certain this bag of kitten food was his way of telling me that I’d have my kitty in a few short weeks.

Christmas morning came, and I impatiently went through the stockings and the reading of the Christmas story.  Present opening started, which was always a slow ordeal as we opened them one at a time while everyone watched.  My first present was not a kitty.  Ok.  So they were waiting to give it to me last knowing what a ruckus it’d cause.  I could wait.  Gradually all the presents were gone from under the tree.  Only the never-wrapped chocolate covered cherries and kitten food were left.

“Isn’t there something more?” I asked, as my parents got up to get some coffee.  My mom’s mouth opened to go into her ungrateful speech, but my dad cut her off asking, “Why do you think there’s something more?”

I pointed at the kitten food, “Well, there’s that bag of food there.”

“Oh, that’s a treat for the dog.  He loves cat food.”

No.  My dad had to be kidding.  He was a big teaser.  “What?”

“The dog loves cat food.”  At this point, my mom started tapping my dad on the arm, and recognition dawned on the two of them as I started to wail, “You mean I’m not getting a kitten?!”

According to family lore, I was inconsolable the entire day and crying a good portion of it.

Merry Christmas, everyone! May your day be filled with kitten-like presents.

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  1. December 23, 2009 at 8:25 am

    Aw, what a story! A kitten was always first on my Christmas list, too, and if I’d thought I was getting one and then didn’t I’m sure I would have been inconsolable too.

    • December 23, 2009 at 9:40 am

      Somehow I’m not surprised a kitten was at the top of your list. There’s something about book people also being cat people. 😉

  2. December 23, 2009 at 9:16 am

    Oh my goodness! How heartbreaking then, but I must admit to a giggle now. 🙂

    • December 23, 2009 at 9:42 am

      Well I did attempt to write it a bit tongue-in-cheek. 😉 I admit to laughing about it now.

  3. December 23, 2009 at 10:56 am

    Okay, that is heartbreaking! That sounds like something I would have done too though.

    • December 23, 2009 at 11:09 am

      It was definitely a memorable lesson on not counting your chickens before they hatch.

  4. December 23, 2009 at 11:57 am

    sad 😦 did you ever get your kitten? Hope you get everything you want this year!

  5. December 23, 2009 at 11:59 am

    for some reason the link in my comment did not go to my home page–so I fixed it.

  6. December 23, 2009 at 12:08 pm

    Oh! How painful! Do tell, though — did you eventually get a cat to sleep on your feet?

    • December 23, 2009 at 12:39 pm

      Kaye and Sprite–I did get a kitten the summer I was 7. She was wonderful, but had to be put down when I was 20 due to tumors. However, about two months ago I acquired a new kitty from the MSPCA. She’s about 18 months old and is absolutely adorable and loving playing in wrapping paper. 🙂

  7. December 26, 2009 at 10:25 pm

    Aww…did you get a kitten eventually?

    Thanks for your contribution to the Virtual Advent Tour.

    • December 28, 2009 at 9:24 am

      Indeed I did!

      And I enjoyed participating in the Advent Tour.

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