A Mostly True Christmas Story

Please bring me a box of Milk Bones, a rabbit-proof fence for the yard, and a new toy...

Please bring me a box of treats, a rabbit-proof fence for the yard, and a new toy.

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Naughty list? Dad's gloves? You heard about that?

Naughty list? Dad’s gloves? You heard about that?

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I'm getting nothing for Christmas.

I didn’t know there was a naughty list.

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What if I find new gloves for Dad? See? I found these in the closet...

What if I find new gloves for Dad? See? I found these in the closet.

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So they said if I'm really good between now and Christmas, I might get back onto the nice list. I'm trying, but it's hard. Mom and Dad leave stuff everywhere, and sometimes I get nervous when I'm alone, then I need to chew on something. You understand, don't you?

So they said if I’m really good between now and Christmas, I might get back on the nice list. I’m trying, but it’s hard. Mom and Dad leave stuff everywhere, and sometimes I get nervous when I’m alone, then I need to chew on something. You understand, don’t you?

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If it weren't so cold, I'd stay outside until Christmas. I never get in trouble out here.

If it weren’t so cold, I’d stay outside until Christmas. I never get in trouble out here.

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I'm nervous about Christmas. Will you tell me a story?

I’m nervous about Christmas. Will you tell me a story?

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And then what happened? Rudolph, did you stop for the Misfit Toys?

And then what happened?

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Indigo 1

Can I get back on the nice list now? It’s Christmas Eve, and I promise that I’ve been really, really good!

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I think I heard something...

I think I heard something…

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Vanna’s First Christmas Tree

Mother bought an artificial Christmas tree many years ago, tired of fighting the yearly mess. (And the predictable attack of severe allergies.) Eventually she gave up on the artificial tree, too. She replaced it with a small ceramic tree, which fit on the table and was easy to put away when Christmas was over. All of this means that Vanna, who is thirteen years old, has never seen a real Christmas tree. Until last night…

Cats with Tree Dec 15

Her housemates are accustomed to our mysterious mid-December decor, but that doesn’t mean they are immune to the tree’s allure.

Cats with Tree Dec 15

This year’s tree seems to have earned the approval of all three cats. It survived the rigors of feline inspection and is, for the moment, their favorite spot in the house.

Cats with Tree Dec 15

Ferry Plantation House

Ferry Plantation House

I spent Thursday evening at Ferry Plantation House in Virginia Beach. The tour focused on the property’s history of reported paranormal activity:  a long list of ghost sightings (including numerous accounts of a ghostly cat), eerie sensations, and unexplained noises.

I didn’t see, sense, or hear anything that I would describe as paranormal, but I confess a measure of skepticism. So would I recognize a ghost or spirit? Would I explain away the inexplicable, reaching for words like draft and reflection, echo and entropy? I admit a tendency to skepticism, but I can’t solidify my position into one of denial. As with many of life’s mysteries, I am conflicted.

What I can say with certainty is that I enjoyed prowling through the house, which is filled with interesting artifacts. My fascination with history borders on obsession, and the house contained more history than I could absorb in the course of one evening.

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I would love to hear from readers on the subject of paranormal experiences. Do you believe, or are you a skeptic?

The Pirate Cats

“Silver had two guns slung about him–one before and one behind–besides the great cutlass at his waist, and a pistol in each pocket of his square-tailed coat. To complete his strange appearance, Captain Flint sat perched upon his shoulder and gabbling odds and ends of purposeless seatalk.”
from Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

In 2005, Mother signed up for a class about pirate literature. The course focused on Peter Pan and Treasure Island, as did most of our telephone conversations at the time. She shared bits of trivia regarding the authors and texts. She followed tangents of memory sparked by Peter’s exploits and Jim’s adventures. And she read from her notes, teaching me how the books fit into the history of literature.

A few years later, when she met a pair of orphan kittens named Captain Flint and Long John Silver, I was tempted to call it fate.

Captain Flint, 2007
Captain Flint, 2007
Long John Silver, 2007
Long John Silver, 2007 (photos provided by my brother and sister-in-law)

These two kittens arrived at Challenger’s House in the summer of 2007. Captain Flint was found, malnourished and abandoned, in front of a local business. Long John Silver was thrown from a car and rescued by the driver who witnessed it. As they were about the same age, and both too weak to keep up with healthy kittens, they were placed in a foster home together. To be exact, they were placed in my brother and sister-in-law’s home.

Flint had trouble gaining weight. Long John needed surgery to repair his broken leg. And Mother talked about them for months, calling with detailed updates after every visit. It seemed to me as if she visited my brother and sister-in-law more often, while the kittens were there, and her attachment to the little pirates grew with each week. All the while, she denied any desire to adopt them.

Then she called one day and said, “Guess what I just did…” She claimed that her decision came from an urge to keep the boys from being separated. They had finally been declared healthy enough to go to the adoption center, and she feared they would not find a home together. So they went to live with her, and our telephone conversations were soon filled with the antics of Long John Silver and Captain Flint.

2010

Long John Silver is a charismatic troublemaker, a bit like his namesake. (Right down to the bad leg, which healed stiff because the joint was too damaged to repair.)

Long John Silver

Long John

Long John

Captain Flint is both buccaneer and parrot, sometimes starting the trouble, and sometimes following Long John’s lead.

Flint

Flint

Flint

Last year, when Mother died, the pirate cats returned to my brother and sister-in-law’s home, which means I get to continue following their adventures. And their misadventures, because they are often very bad boys. A pair of mischievous rogues, well named and well loved.

Long John Silver

Flint

Birds in the Sky and Weeds in the Yard

Yesterday’s sky made me dizzy. High cirrus clouds drifted eastward while fair-weather cumulus clouds surfed brisk lower currents. Vultures and seagulls spiraled on afternoon thermals, swooping low over the house before soaring out of sight too rapidly for my lens to focus.

Vulture Dec 10

Gull Dec 10

Underfoot, chickweed and henbit sprouted through mulch and rotting leaves, spreading beneath the pear tree and creeping into the iris beds.

Chickweed Dec 10

Henbit Dec 10

The sky made me dizzy, but every time I knelt to photograph a weed, quarreling gulls called me back to my feet. Then weeds lured me back to my knees. I spent a distracted hour switching the camera in and out of macro mode, kneeling and standing and kneeling again. It was almost a relief when the batteries died…