Traditions

During the holiday season, I've been thinking about traditions. Some of my traditions might be considered odd. For instance, our family has Thai food for Christmas dinner when we get together, (although we usually also do the more traditional options with inlaws or friends).

We are busy establishing traditions at my house. Every night as soon as I go to bed, Cleo comes in from wherever she is in the house and curls up by my feet. It doesn't matter what important sleeping she is doing. There are priorities, after all. She purrs intensely, and I am required to shift around and skritch her under the chin. I have suggested that she move closer to the head of the bed, and she steadfastly refuses to cooperate.

The other tradition we have established is in the morning. When she has determined that I am really getting up, she goes in the shower stall and waits for me to go in there. She expects some serious attention before I am permitted to continue my ablutions. There have been a couple of mornings she narrrowly escaped a drenching, but she always leaves before the water hits the tiles.

The attached picture is when she was still a kitten, but you get the idea. It doesn't get better than that.

Cheerio, Alan