An elf for a day

Our Petsmart started doing the pictures with Santa thing this weekend, and
Louie and I decided to join in, helping with the fourleggers and trimming
pictures for the little snowflake ornaments, etc. We bought Milkbones and
Pounce and every little visitor got a "cookie." Five bucks out of each
picture packet went to Tenth Chance, which is probably the local shelter
that needs it most; their vet has threatened to cut them off because, even
with a discount, their bills have mounted so horribly that it'll take God
and Congress to get them straight.

We met some lovely people yesterday: Lonesome, who does not deserve the
name, he's such a showpiece and attention-grabber. This big, mighty black
cat--did I say big?--he has to be a good twenty-five pounds, is literally
one handsome hunk of cat, and did I mention he was huge? Joker, a Bernese
Mountain Dog with paws the size of dinner plates, a gentle giant, trained in
therapy to work with stroke patients; a tiny powder-puff of a Sheltie-Poo I
was asked to hold while his mama got loaded up with puppy food; a little
kitten with a big attitude, Napoleon, aptly named; and two bulldogs who
turned out to be froim the same breeder, and were actually littermates taken
by two families who had never met. When they met in the Santa line, you'd
have thought you were watching an adoption reunion special on Oprah. And oh
yeah, we met some great two-legged people too.

We were only supposed to be there two hours. Before I knew it six hours had
come and gone. Others who were signed up never showed. Good; more fun for us
then! I got to hold all the puppies and kitties while their servants signed
up for Petsmart cards. There's nothing like a little dog sticking a very
cold, wet nose in your ear to make you lively! Nor a kitty purring in that
same ear to make you forget the work week.

They were hoping Louie would do the Santa thing. But my husband is allergic
to the fibers they use for the beards, and his own chin-fuzz is nothing like
the beloved saint's. Now I'm running like a chicken with the Colonel behind
him, trying to find a Santa to fit the suit for next week. The suit they
were given is built for someone of smaller stature, and girth, than is
generally expected of a Santa-for-a-day. And for myself, does anyone know a
Trekkie who'd lend a set of Spock ears to an aspiring elf to use the next
two weekends?

Blessed be,
Baha

On Mon 05 Dec 2005 12:46:25a, Singh wrote in
rec.pets.cats.anecdotes ):

Our Petsmart started doing the pictures with Santa thing this
weekend, and Louie and I decided to join in, helping with the
fourleggers and trimming pictures for the little snowflake
ornaments, etc. We bought Milkbones and Pounce and every little
visitor got a "cookie." Five bucks out of each picture packet
went to Tenth Chance, which is probably the local shelter that
needs it most; their vet has threatened to cut them off because,
even with a discount, their bills have mounted so horribly that
it'll take God and Congress to get them straight.

We met some lovely people yesterday: Lonesome, who does not
deserve the name, he's such a showpiece and attention-grabber.
This big, mighty black cat--did I say big?--he has to be a good
twenty-five pounds, is literally one handsome hunk of cat, and
did I mention he was huge? Joker, a Bernese Mountain Dog with
paws the size of dinner plates, a gentle giant, trained in
therapy to work with stroke patients; a tiny powder-puff of a
Sheltie-Poo I was asked to hold while his mama got loaded up
with puppy food; a little kitten with a big attitude, Napoleon,
aptly named; and two bulldogs who turned out to be froim the
same breeder, and were actually littermates taken by two
families who had never met. When they met in the Santa line,
you'd have thought you were watching an adoption reunion special
on Oprah. And oh yeah, we met some great two-legged people too.

We were only supposed to be there two hours. Before I knew it
six hours had come and gone. Others who were signed up never
showed. Good; more fun for us then! I got to hold all the
puppies and kitties while their servants signed up for Petsmart
cards. There's nothing like a little dog sticking a very cold,
wet nose in your ear to make you lively! Nor a kitty purring in
that same ear to make you forget the work week.

They were hoping Louie would do the Santa thing. But my husband
is allergic to the fibers they use for the beards, and his own
chin-fuzz is nothing like the beloved saint's. Now I'm running
like a chicken with the Colonel behind him, trying to find a
Santa to fit the suit for next week. The suit they were given is
built for someone of smaller stature, and girth, than is
generally expected of a Santa-for-a-day. And for myself, does
anyone know a Trekkie who'd lend a set of Spock ears to an
aspiring elf to use the next two weekends?

Blessed be,
Baha


What a nice thing to do. A few years ago when I was doing pics for
the local SPCA and fostering, we had an adoption day on one of the
days we were there, Santa was posing for pics with customers. Santa
allowed us to take some of our own pics of foster cats on his lap.
I have a couple of kitten pics with Santa hats on them who were
posing with Santa. George and Paul (Beatles babies) I hope you
had another fun weekend with the furry ones!




--
Cheryl

We did have another wonderful weekend with the four-leggers, but there
was so little turnout. Too many people out freezing their butts off,
watching the Bills get massacred. We'll do it again next weekend, on the
(ahem!) anniversary of my 39th birthday!

Blessed be,
Baha

Cheryl wrote:

On Mon 05 Dec 2005 12:46:25a, Singh wrote in
rec.pets.cats.anecdotes ):

Our Petsmart started doing the pictures with Santa thing this
weekend, and Louie and I decided to join in, helping with the
fourleggers and trimming pictures for the little snowflake
ornaments, etc. We bought Milkbones and Pounce and every little
visitor got a "cookie." Five bucks out of each picture packet
went to Tenth Chance, which is probably the local shelter that
needs it most; their vet has threatened to cut them off because,
even with a discount, their bills have mounted so horribly that
it'll take God and Congress to get them straight.

We met some lovely people yesterday: Lonesome, who does not
deserve the name, he's such a showpiece and attention-grabber.
This big, mighty black cat--did I say big?--he has to be a good
twenty-five pounds, is literally one handsome hunk of cat, and
did I mention he was huge? Joker, a Bernese Mountain Dog with
paws the size of dinner plates, a gentle giant, trained in
therapy to work with stroke patients; a tiny powder-puff of a
Sheltie-Poo I was asked to hold while his mama got loaded up
with puppy food; a little kitten with a big attitude, Napoleon,
aptly named; and two bulldogs who turned out to be froim the
same breeder, and were actually littermates taken by two
families who had never met. When they met in the Santa line,
you'd have thought you were watching an adoption reunion special
on Oprah. And oh yeah, we met some great two-legged people too.

We were only supposed to be there two hours. Before I knew it
six hours had come and gone. Others who were signed up never
showed. Good; more fun for us then! I got to hold all the
puppies and kitties while their servants signed up for Petsmart
cards. There's nothing like a little dog sticking a very cold,
wet nose in your ear to make you lively! Nor a kitty purring in
that same ear to make you forget the work week.

They were hoping Louie would do the Santa thing. But my husband
is allergic to the fibers they use for the beards, and his own
chin-fuzz is nothing like the beloved saint's. Now I'm running
like a chicken with the Colonel behind him, trying to find a
Santa to fit the suit for next week. The suit they were given is
built for someone of smaller stature, and girth, than is
generally expected of a Santa-for-a-day. And for myself, does
anyone know a Trekkie who'd lend a set of Spock ears to an
aspiring elf to use the next two weekends?

Blessed be,
Baha


What a nice thing to do. A few years ago when I was doing pics for
the local SPCA and fostering, we had an adoption day on one of the
days we were there, Santa was posing for pics with customers. Santa
allowed us to take some of our own pics of foster cats on his lap.
I have a couple of kitten pics with Santa hats on them who were
posing with Santa. George and Paul (Beatles babies) I hope you
had another fun weekend with the furry ones!


--
Cheryl