Jane and I celebrate Christmas, and while this has been a rough year for Jane, there is brightness too. We have made new friends and we are getting the house in order.

And a Christmas note on the kitty front: as you know, Jane and I have sis-Lynn’s elderly snowshoe Siamese we have been trying to integrate into our household, with the Bengal and the Scottish Fold, aka Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley (their online pseudonyms)…Tanner is of a fighting disposition, and it has not been easy. But he longs for company. Interspersed with absolute fear of our two. We have tried Feliway, Feliway calming collars, melatonin chews, and yes, hemp oil. We have moved Tanner up from the lonely basement to reside in a round canvas kennel under the Christmas tree, and let him out during the day while our two are asleep in my room. Come evening, out ours come and he goes back into the kennel.

We HAVE made progress—we have gotten Mr. Bingley to sit calmly, even doze on the cat tree about 8 feet from Tanner sitting on the sofa; and we have gotten Mr. Darcy to tolerate him with baleful stares from across the room. We shall not speak of the moment Mr. Bingley popped up on one side of Jane while Tanner was sleeping on the middle console. But there will be set-backs. The real news is, they are not cuddles, but they are beginning to define spaces and rights-of-way, and nobody has bled. Some fur has flown, but nothing serious. We’ve come a long way since April.

So from the felines of the household, Meowwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhissssspityyyyy Christmas!
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