December 15th 2005 7:46 am
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I really needed to update my diary and I guess today is the day. I also have a Christmas Tail or Legend might be a better word to tell you. First I will update on my sore elbow. It started bothering me pretty bad a bit after I wrote my last entry. In fact I limped most of the time. My mom got very worried as I am on the full dose of my medicine already. Each time Ethan and I started wrestling on the hard tile floor, my mom would make us stop. She feels my elbow conking on the tile so hard during wrestling matches is not good. She also started grabbing me when I went to jump out of a cat tree. She would put me down herself. So maybe those things are helping as I have not had any limping for the last 4 days! I hope that ol' elbow of mine is finally starting to heal.
My Christmas legend is about tabby cats and how we got the "M" marking right above our eyes. You may have heard this tail, er, tale but others may not have.
And so it came to pass that a husband and wife journeyed to a small town called Bethlehem, as the king had decreed that all the people stand to be counted in the small towns and teeming cities from whence they came. The journey was long and hard for both, but especially for the young wife, who was very near to bringing her firstborn son into the world. When they at last reached the crowded and noisy town, the expectant father searched hurriedly for a place for them to rest and where the child could safely be born. But at every door, he was told there was no available room. Finally, an old innkeeper, though having no space left in his inn, took pity on them and offered them shelter in the small stable used by his animals.It was there that the child was born, surrounded by beasts of the field. As the night's cold grew, the baby fretted and cried while his parents pondered how to make him comfortable. His father tried stuffing straw into the open places in the walls, and his mother tried warming him with her meager wrappings. But still, the baby cried on. All the while, a tiny cat watched from the corner. "Of course the little baby is cold," the cat thought. "It has no fur to keep it warm! I will give it mine, and I will lullaby-purr it to sleep." A little jump brought the cat into the manger where the baby lay. There, he quietly gave his humble gift of warmth and love, gently stretching out his thin, fragile little body over the baby's, careful to cover all but the infant's face. The crying was soon replaced by soft purrs and coos, and slowly, the infant smiled. As Mary, the new mother, witnessed this gift to her child, she touched the little cat's forehead. "Thank you, Little Tabby, for your gift of love and warmth. As a sign of my grateful blessing, you and all your descendents will forevermore carry my initial on your forehead."
And to this day, tabby cats are known by the remarkable "M" on their foreheads, and by their extraordinary gifts of love, so gently given.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all. May 2006 be healthy, fun and have lots of catnip for you. :)