Hey, it is getting to be the season to be jolly you know! Really, it’s getting closer, are you ready?
her friends to tell her, in a story, why it is that Christmas means so much to us to us purrsonally. As most of you know, I’m a Christmas cat. I was born on a Christmas Tree Farm and got my forever home three days before Christmas.
Here is a part of my story that I submitted to Kika …
The Trees of Life
A Christmas Story
by Brian Frum
The sunlit Christmas Tree farm nestled in the rolling hills of Upstate South Carolina stretched as far as the eye could see. To the casual observer there wouldn’t be a distinguishing factor that would make them take a second glance. But this Christmas Tree farm was indeed very special for the family that called it home.
In the most northern part of the farm across the wooden foot bridge is row 127. Row 127 is tucked up against a slightly tattered red clay retaining wall which gives this particular row a little more shelter from the wind. Some of the taller trees are also here. It is a rare Christmas Tree season when the harvesters make it all the way back here. Usually the trucks are overloaded and headed out at about row 86. Outside of an occasional deer or wayward raccoon there just wasn’t too much activity in this neck of the woods.
MomCat casually strolled between the rows inspecting several mouse holes for signs of recent activity. “Any day now” she said as her belly rubbed the oat grass tops. She just couldn’t get her mind off of her impending motherhood and how, exactly how would she be able to provide for the little ones. “I will do it, I will do it, I must do it” she stated confidently without even a moment of hesitation.
MomCat was so very young herself, not hardly a day over 10 months. But already she had been able to make it on her own through an untypically harsh South Carolina winter. Her reddish brown coat, even though stained with mud and clay, still sparkled when the morning sun hit is just right. She kept herself up as best she could, especially considering her condition. Grooming, after all, was something she took seriously, even on the most tedious of days.
Then one Tuesday morning, right in the middle of the mouse hole inspections, it happened. The twinge told her immediately to get back to the third tree in Row 127. That tree in that row is to be where her family would enter this world. With little time to spare she huddled under her tree and waited for the arrival of the little ones yet to be seen. Fortunately the fields were quiet and there wasn’t any sign of activity that would force her to flee the safety of her tree.
Then it happened, first one, then two, then another, and another, and another. Five, count them, five and they are all breathing and are all well. It was a wee bit easier than she had anticipated, but she would have guessed at four, but five there were, she counted them several times just to be sure. Two orange tabbies, two solid black, and one brown and black tabby.
If you like, you can read the rest of the story here: The Trees of Life
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