Raena’s First Letter to Santa
Hey, are ya’ll there? Guess who? Dat’s right, it’s me, RaenaBelle on a Monday. Can you believe it? I’s never get to start da week. At least not without sneakin’ in. MOL But we all meowed and talked ‘bout it last night and decided I’s could publish mines letter to Santa furst. Bein’ da baby does have it’s advantages. A lot of them actually, but we’ll save dat fur another time. Anyways, sis Dezi’s been tellin’ me all ‘bout Christmas, and da traditions dat go along with it. She also told me ‘bout da meanin’ of Christmas and da traditions dat mommy has fur us. ‘Bout how on Christmas meownin’ mommy does all da normal I’s luvs yous stuffs and then tells us how special we are, and what gifts we are. And she sings those special songs she makes up ‘bout us and Christmas songs too. And how she reads us da story of da baby Jesus, and gives us treats and lots of extra cuddles. I’s gotta tell ya’, I think I’s gonna really like this Christmas. I’s already like da lights on da Christmas tree. MOL
Sissy also told me dat when they got da catputer and joined social media they learned ‘bout this Santa Paws. Pawrently he keeps lists of who’s naughty and nice and brings gifts to eveypawdy all over da world. Sissy did ‘splain dat pawrents have to help pay fur da gifts this Santa Paws brings, but dat you could ask fur anythin’ you wanted. And dat’s when da letter topic came up. So today, I’s writin’ mines letter to Santa Paws. I’s hope he reads our bloggy.
Please don’t look for your name. We realized very
quickly we could never add you all.
Dear Santa Paws,
Hey Santa, it’s RaenaBelle. Sissy says you know me even tho’ we’ve not met. I’s hope you and your family are well. I’s never seen a reindeer, but sissy says yours can fly. I’s don’t think she’s ever seen one either, but her sissy, mines predecessor Lexi, (may she rest in peace), told her like she’s tellin’ me. Anyways, I’s writin’ this letter to make some requests. I’s been a very good girl. I’s a kitten, so aggravatin’ sissy and getting’ into everything doesn’t count as bad behavior. Mommy said so. Mommy says I’s purrfect and deserve the world. So it’s based on that, that I ask the following.
I’s been thinkin’ long and hard about what I’s would want. You know, I’s a very blest kitty. Mommy saved me from an uncertain future when I’s was very young. I’s remember my first night here in mines furever home; there were so many toys, I’s didn’t know where to start. I’d never seen a toy, or scratcher or cat tree. And food? I had never seen a plate full of food fur just me. But ya’ know, mommy gives me one several times a day, every day. And I’s can always eat out of sis Dezis’ plate too. Back in the summer when it was really hot outside, it was nice and comfy cool in our house. Now that it’s turned cold, it’s nice and toasty warm in our house. And, I’s get to sleep on da bed cuddled up next to mommy. Sometimes I’s get treats; and I’s get all da love I’s want and then some. I guess what I’s sayin’ is…that I’s don’t really need anything.
Sure I’s could come up with a list of things I’s want. Catnip and Silvervine are just divine, and I’s just can’t get enuff of either. I’s love electric toys. And those Yeowww toys are outta this world.
But, there are a lot of kitties in the world that don’t even know when or if they’ll get to eat today much less tomorrow or next week or, well you know. (raises paw and wipes a tear from her eye) They’ve never seen a toy, much less a Yeowww nip nanner. When I’s crawlin’ into bed with mommy, they’re hopin’ to find a secure crawl space or open garage. The lucky ones are locked in cages at things called shelters. At least they get fed regularly, but a cage is no life fur a kitty. And I’s know, I’s spent the first part of mines life in one. Now, I’s can go anywhere in mines house I’s wanna go. Okay, maybe not the kitchen counters, but I’s don’t need to. Mommy gives me whatever I’s need from up there.
Sissy says some of those poor kitties out in the cold don’t trust humans anymore and are too scared to live in a home. That makes mines heart sad, because I’s can’t imagine not having a mommy to hold me and love me. But those kitties have learned not to trust because of the way they’ve been treated. They really do appreciate those peeps that are kind to them. They just don’t know how, or are too scared to show it.
So here’s what I’s want fur Christmas. All those kitties locked in cages at the shelter…purrlease send them families to love them and adopt them and give them loving furever homes. We don’t have any green papers to pay their bail, but mommy says sometimes shelters waive bail at Christmas and sometimes others donate the bail money needed. And well, I’s bet ifin you were to speak to the shelter, they’d listen to you. You are Santa Paws, right?
The next thing I’s want fur Christmas is fur all those kitties outside. Purrlease, send them all caretakers. Peeps to feed them and provide them shelters from the cold and storms. Help them learn to trust and accept love and send peeps to adopt them and give them loving furever homes. And find donors to give food and VET money to those in need. You know everybody right? So you know who to match up.
Sissy told me not to go overboard, but I’s have one last thing I’d like to ask fur. Mommy’s really sad over Lexi (God rest her) and Lucky (who died on Christmas). She tries to hide it from sis Dezi and me, but, we know. We can feel her sad. I’s don’t know what would make her happy, but maybe you do. She says sissy and me are all she needs, and that she’s the blestest mommy in the universe. But maybe a little “Santa Dust” (spirit of Christmas), ifin you have any to spare, would do the trick?.
Well, I’s guess that’s it. It’s been nice talking to you. Thanks, fur reading mines letter. Give everybody at the North Pole all mines love and ya’ll have a Merry and Blest Christmas. I’s gonna go get some of that sweet mommy loving, so I’s’ll write again next year.
Luvs and Hugs and Kitty Kisses