We put up our Christmas tree today, and every time I string the lights around the tree, I always have to tell the story of how, one year, Tabs tipped the Christmas tree over, and he did it with ninja-like silence, because I was actually in the same room with my back turned to him and didn’t even realize it happened.
One minute I looked over my shoulder, and there he was — bam! — with the Christmas tree tipped over.
He fancied himself as the king of Christmas, and he especially loved a festive, sparkly collar.
Every year, he would gather presents for kittens in need for his foundation, and through his foundation he would donate much-needed Christmas cans of tuna to kittens all over Marin County.
Rosie Girl Christmas
I felt a little nostalgic when I took out his favorite Christmas collar… I asked Rosie if she wanted to try it on, and being the easy-going gal that she is, she said, “Meow-wow [sure, why not?].”
I think the antlers that were originally attached to this collar were auctioned off for charity, which is why Rosie doesn’t have them on.
I think she could feel the spirit of Tabs when she walked around “her property” this morning, because I caught her striking a pose or two when I least expected it.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,