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“Are we going to the human bed?” Freddie puzzled. We had been lounged on the sofa, half asleep, New Year’s Eve festivities enjoying on the tv.
I yawned. “No,” I mentioned on the tail finish of it. “We have to stay up until midnight.”
Freddie seemed round, frowning.
“What?” I requested.
“Who’s making us stay awake?”
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“No one,” I defined. “Just tradition.”
He seemed on the tv after which again at me. “It’s New Cat’s Day,” he mentioned, remembering. “It’s when we decide to become new cats.”
“I don’t think I need to be a new cat. I’m a pretty good cat.”
I rubbed between his shoulder blades. “You’re a very good cat. Perfect even!”
“So no new cat. Just old cat. We can go to bed.” He stood and stretched.
I seemed over on the single can of the candy rum cocktail I had bought to drink on the large hour and shook my head. “We have to stay up until it’s 2024. Then I’ll kiss you. Then we’ll go to bed.”
He checked out me, horrified.
“You have to kiss someone you love at midnight,” I defined. “That’s tradition.”
“I hate when you kiss me,” he mentioned.
“I’ll ask permission first,” I mentioned, petting him till he settled again down.
He tucked his paws underneath his physique and loafed, pleased and comfy. “What kind of new cat will you be?” he requested.
“I’ve decided to only make resolutions that will be a pleasure to keep,” I introduced.
“You’ll give me more treats,” he mentioned, blinking confidently.
“Your stomach hasn’t gotten any less sensitive,” I mentioned. “So same amount of treats, same amount of barf.”
He gave an unhappy little harrumph! however didn’t argue the purpose.
“I’ve decided to spend more of my time off work enjoying myself, and less preparing to go back to work.”
“Naps,” he mentioned, sagely.
“I want to go more places, see more things,” I mentioned. “We aren’t far from Los Angeles and there are amazing museums there. Sometime this year, I’d like to go see some cool things.”
“Of course,” I mentioned. “But I’ll take lots of pictures and see if the gift shop has any cat toys.”
“Why wouldn’t they?” he puzzled.
“I think you and I should play more,” I continued. “I’d like to spend more time chasing you around the house and dangling things in front of your paws.”
“That’s just the kind of new cat you should be!” Freddie agreed.
I seemed over on the field on the ground subsequent to the sofa. “And I’ll finally put together your new cat tree,” I promised.
“Yes, you should definitely do that.”
“Are you sure you don’t have anything you’d like to focus on in the new year?” I requested.
“Nope! I’m perfect.”
“You could stop chewing on plastic?”
“I like how that feels on my teeth.”
I rolled my eyes. “You could try to befriend the ducks when they come back in the Spring?”
“You can’t befriend evil,” he growled.
“They’re just birds,” I mentioned, exasperated.
“Big, green birds,” he muttered, darkly.
On the tv display, excited, half drunk folks yelled out the countdown, whereas my cat and I laid close to susceptible on the fake leather-based. I inclined my seat simply sufficient that I may sip from the can I had simply opened with out spilling the sticky sweetness down my chin. “Mmm, pineapple,” I crooned.
Freddie huffed a discontented snort. “We should be in the human bed, napping in the dark,” he grumbled.
The drunken countdown reached zero, and the room was full of the sound of celebration, recorded and broadcasted from the opposite facet of the nation. “All those people are probably already home,” I mentioned.
From the road behind us, and in each different course, got here the sound of fireworks saved from Independence Day final summer season. I lifted my can towards Freddie in a toast. “To new cats in 2024!” I mentioned.
Freddie bumped the can together with his head. “And staying perfect!” he added.
I checked out him slyly. “Can I kiss your little head?” I requested.
“You have to kiss someone you love,” he repeated. “So I suppose I’m that.”
I pressed my lips to the comfortable fur on the highest of his head. “You are that,” I agreed.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! And pleased New Year to all of you! I count on my New Year’s Eve will go precisely as described right here; I do intend to purchase a single serving of some type of overly candy rum cocktail and I do intend to ring within the new 12 months from underneath the furry blanket, a heat cat on my lap. Do you have got any enjoyable plans? And resolutions that will likely be straightforward to maintain (let’s do enjoyable ones this 12 months)?
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