Hello, all. Skye here for a special Christmas edition of Typing With Wet Claws. We have our tree up and lit and there are presents underneath it (I helped wrap them.) Anty and Mama are having tea. Uncle is still getting some rest, because he worked very hard last night, making sure people had a good time at the restaurant where he works. When he gets up, we will open presents, so this is a good time for me to write this entry. For those of you who are celebrating Christmas, like we are (Anty says nobody celebrates Christmas the same way we do, but I think you know what I mean. Anty always says readers are smart.) I hope you are having a good one. If you do not celebrate Christmas, lovely weather we are having this Friday. (Though Anty would prefer less sunshine, colder weather and some snow. Maybe she will get that next year.)

Anty went with a black and white wrapping scheme this year.

Anty says it does not feel quite like Christmas yet. It is still early, though, so she has plenty of time to make it all come together. She is still deciding if she wants to put the Yule Log on her computer, or play her Christmas playlist. She will probably alternate between the two, or see if she can do both. That will probably help. She is cranky that there is no eggnog, but there is cinnamon stick tea. That might work. It is still early yet.

Part of the reason for Anty’s not-really-feeling it is because it is very warm for the part of the country where we live. Anty met Uncle out in California, where Christmases are always warm like this. She did not like that. She did, however, like Uncle, very much, which is how he got to be Uncle. Anty is used to Christmases where it is colder, and preferably, where there is snow on the ground. Her Anty S preferred green Christmases, so she would have been very pleased with this one.

Right now, Anty is listening to “Fairytale of New York,” by The Pogues. This has found its way onto her Christmas playlist on Spotify. Anty says that song is dysfunctional and has lyrical dissonance. Some of the words are not nice and the characters in the song are, shall we say, going through some things. Anty as a few songs like that on her playlist, which is here. Some of them are about the spiritual part of Christmas, some are about the other parts, some are mini stories, and one is even about Hannukah. Two are actually about New Year’s Day. Anty has interesting musical tastes. That would be all year, not only at Christmas.

Anty will probably spend part of the day attempting to get her Sims 3 game reinstalled.  She has had to uninstall and reinstall the game a few times now, so she is used to it, and starting over can be its own sort of fun. Anty especially likes creating her Sims and then seeing how they breed. Starting over from the base game means she can add expansions as her Sims move through generations. At least that is her plan.

Anty’s friend, Miss Carol, thought I might answer these questions a friend of hers sent her on Facebook. I am not on Facebook, so I will put my answers here. It was meant for humans, not kitties, but I will do my best.

Three names I go by:
1. Skye
2. Baby
3. Mountain Lion

Until next week…

Skye O’Malley Hart-Bowling
(the kitty, not the book)

Hello, all. Skye here, for another Feline Friday. Today is Black Friday, when Anty had thought she might try to see about getting a new desktop at a good price, but there is a problem. I think Anty may be a zombie. She has been in the same pajamas for a couple of days, and the last time she wore makeup was when she took Uncle to the people vet. I thought Uncle might be dead for a while there, yesterday, because he was behind a closed bedroom door for most of the day, even though Mama made some very good smelling food, but he is awake now and watching food shows on TV. That is a good sign.

When Uncle is sick, he generally likes to stay in the bedroom and be under the covers. When he does that, I get under the bed and send him love beams to help him get better. With Anty, it is more difficult, because she is a zombie. I am pretty sure she is a zombie. She has the glazed eyes, the shuffling walk, she makes strange sounds and I already said about the pajamas and makeup. I will wait until Mama comes home to see if we need to put Anty down. I hope we do not. If we have to put Anty down, then I have to write all the blogs, instead of only one a week.  Anty usually tries to do all her regular things when she is sick, but her brain lets go of things in the middle of doing those things, so there is a lot of her standing in the middle of a room, looking confused.

With all of that going on, it is probably a good thing Anty did not do Black Friday this year. Anty loves Black Friday. As an extrovert, being around all those people and all that energy gives her energy. That is even better than getting things at special prices. This year, she is at home, but she is not entirely missing out. She has enough Sim Points at the Sims Store online that she can get herself  a new world for her game. She is not sure she will be able to install it right away, because the old laptop is slow when there is too much installed in Sims, but she is not upset.

That is partly because she is too tired from all the coughing and lack of sleep, but also because she has been doing some research and found that she can get a refurbished desktop from multiple retailers at a similar price without dragging her sick self out to brave the crowds. Right now, she is taking care of a couple of computer things and then allowing herself to crash. She would like to read but will probably play Sims and watch TV, because this cold has eaten her brain. She thinks it will come back soon. Uncle says he can already feel himself coming back. I should mention he did not come home with the cone of shame. That is a good sign.

I will tell you what is not a good sign. Coughing. It is very scary for a kitty who does not like sudden, loud noises. I know it is a sign that Anty and Uncle are getting the sickness out of their bodies (and if they threw their very interesting smelling tissues, I think I might like to play with them, but Anty says that might not be the best idea, and throws all the tissues in the trash. I do not go in the trash. I am a good kitty.) All those sounds make me jumpy, but I know they will not last forever, and Anty makes sure I am still fed. Uncle, too, now that he is up. Mama is at work, but she will feed me -and them- when she gets home.

It is hard work being a kitty nurse for two humans at once. so I had better get back to it. With both Anty and Uncle sick, there is not much else going on this week. I will take a nap and hope they follow my example. They will need a lot of rest to get ready for the Christmas season. Soon, the tree will go up, and sparkly lights around the living room doorways. Anty really really really loves Christmas, so there will be lots for her to do, but first, that nap. Until next week, (or maybe this one, if Anty needs more help) I remain very truly yours,

Until next week…

Skye O’Malley Hart-Bowling
(the kitty, not the book)