A little Christmas message from that darned cat

We don’t do family portrait Christmas cards but if we did …


Le Miaow. Peace on earth, goodwill to all men, or these days more batteries not included and gluten free cookies for Santa. Bah humbug.

My predecessor, Felix the Cat, was a super ninja feline chap that once brought home a very special gift on Christmas Day. A whole freshly cooked chicken which he dragged over a six foot brick wall, after stealing it from an unsuspecting family, and then proudly placed it on the back door step. Mama was mortified and secretly wrapped the warm dead beastie in newspaper before burying it at the bottom of the dustbin. Should you happen to know of a family who were once bemused by the disappearance of their Christmas meal circa 1987 in Barnham, West Sussex, Mama says she is truly sorry.

The true meaning of Christmas is simple, love. We are a bit of a motley crew, this oddball family made up of misfits from around the rock, but a family we are. Marketing madness and materialistic nonsense doesn’t really do it for us. Yes, we will all have a little gift to open on Christmas morning, because it is exciting to unwrap a present that someone else has taken the time to think about and give to you. And just as exciting to see the ones you love open a gift that you have chosen for them. But no credit card bills will be rocking up in the January post because you can show someone how much you love them by your everyday actions which are far more valuable than anything money can buy.

The ultimate gift … there are 365 days to the next Christmas, be humble, be kind, and be caring, for every single one of them.

And in this household on 25th December there will be no arguments over left over pigs in blankets, mainly because we are not allowed them after a nasty vomiting episode in previous years.

Final thought, Merry Christmas to my little mate Rudy Moose, aka Mr Moussaka. God bless you little chap. First Christmas dumped in the hound pound as a puppy, second Christmas still in the hound pound, unwanted, third Christmas … one of us young man.

Oh, and he will be spending his first family Christmas sharing the love by visiting the old folks next door on Christmas morning.

A top banana Mr Moose and much better than sitting indoors unwrapping socks, even Jesus never got socks for Christmas, not a good look with sandals.

(And as for three wise men, well that really would be a miracle. Just saying.)

28176020_190037684926141_658578104_n The boys comment: Merry Christmas from all of us to all of you, big love  from the motley, and not too shabby, second hand misfits xxx



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Author: ouzothegreek

I am a three legged Greek street dog called Ouzo. I got run over when I was very young and injured my leg, some people caught me and took me to the vets where my leg was amputated. Once I had healed I was returned to a life on the streets where I visited feeding stations set up by the charity Greek Animal Rescue. These kind people together with another charity, Holly Farm Canine Centre, raised funds to have me brought over to England. And this is where my story begins.

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