Back when I was a little pup and sniffing round some really interesting boxes in the cupboard under the stairs, the two-legs told me there were Christmas trimmings. Then she told me all about Christmas… and while I was down with the idea of turkey and all the other nice things we might get to eat, I was a bit worried when she mentioned that something called Santa Claws might pay us a visit. She said I would have to be very good if I wanted it to turn out well…
I worried about that all summer, ’cause being good wasn’t all that high on my list of priorities. I did try, but you know, everything is so interesting to a pup! Trouble is, the only Claws I met were on the end of a cat… and, although I had done my best, that hadn’t turned out well at all…
Then there was the whole saga with Ginger, the Tom next door who thought he owned my garden. And the Black Thing that liked to torment me…
The two legs sat me down and gave me a cuddle, and made me understand that not all cats were like Ginger and the Black Thing, and that I had to take all creatures as I found them, regardless of species. I had grown up a bit by then, and, when I started writing my Notes, I met a few cats online who actually seemed quite nice.
Still, by Christmas, I was worried about this Santa Claws and kept my eyes peeled for the first sign of trouble… Apart from anything else, I am s’posed to protect her from invaders, but ‘pparently, this one comes in whatever you do!
It turned out all right though, in the end… The Claws brought me lots of tennis balls, treats and squeaky things… so I decided she must have been right after all, and maybe not all cats were so cattish.
So, when Millie, Alethea Kehas‘ kitten, wrote to me, I sort of understood her confusion on the whole Christmas thing, though she seems to have taken to it quite well. I may have to have words with my two-legs though if she ever considers adopting a cat…
A Letter from Millie the Queen Kitten
It’s Millie the Kitten, but you can call me Princess Millie. Heck, forget the “Princess,” let’s skip right to “Queen,” after all that’s what the two-leggeds are calling me. I’m not entirely sure why, but I’ll claim the title.
I’ve only been living in my new house castle for a couple of months, and going from rags to royalty sure has been fine. They say I came from a hoarding case, but I’ve chosen to forget that life was not always easy. You see, it’s a cat’s life, not a dog’s life. Yes, that’s me eating the dog’s food. First come, first served is my motto.
I know that’s a harsh reality for you, Ani, but if you want to keep that cheese for yourself, DO NOT LET YOUR HUMAN ADOPT A CAT FELINE QUEEN! Did I mention my new mom servant wanted to call me Sekhmet? Rather fitting, I think, but Queen Millie will have to do.
Imagine a crown on my head (I do)
So, I’ve heard talk of this thing called Christmas around the house. They keep asking me what I want for it, so I’ve figured out it’s going to be a fabulous occasion (whenever the heck it chooses to arrive), which will be celebrated in my honor. They’ve asked me if I want a real throne (naturally), and have talked about some cozy little house to put on top of this here condo you see me featured in the photo above. I’ve heard if you make a list, some guy called Santa will fly over your house and drop whatever you’ve asked for down the chimney. Not exactly sure how the flying and the chimney part works, but I’ve got me a list going.
I’ve been doing some searching on my servant’s computer while she tries to get work done, and found a few things I’ve decided I cannot live without.
First on the list is this here cat castle, which I intend to put atop my condo. The dog’s house is nice, but she hogs too much of the cushion.
I typed in “cat toys” and found this bundle of joy. Granted the cat model on the left looks like he’s nipped a few too many herbs, but the toys sure look like fun and I could use some more mice to add to my collection.
Finally, if it’s not too much trouble, please ask Santa to throw in a couple of bones for the dogs (I do sort-of love them, and I know they love me too, even if they pretend they don’t). I’ll take the meat packed and cut into 1/4” cubes.
I’m sending this letter to you because I don’t have Santa’s address and I saw on TV he has a dog who pulls his sleigh, so I thought you might be applying for the job this year. Ooops, my mom human-servant tells me that was someone called “The Grinch” and I shouldn’t be putting it in the letter. Since I haven’t yet found a delete button, I’ll just have to say if you’re not pulling the sleigh this year, maybe Santa will throw you a few of those tennis balls you fancy down the chimney. I’ve heard you’re rather nice, for a dog.
Queen Millie the Kitten
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Alethea Kehas is a writer and the owner of . Her first book was a memoir, , an of which was featured on this blog in March of 2017. He latest work is the first of a new series, Warriors of Light, a magical YA fantasy.
Books by Alethea Kehas
Some mystics believe we choose our name, along with our life’s lessons, before we are born. The name we select becomes our constant guide, helping us to navigate the journey ahead. In her memoir, A Girl Named Truth, Alethea explores the subjective nature of truth while she untangles the uncomfortable wrap of narratives she was raised on. Her name serves as her beacon, guiding her to heal and find the inner voice of her own truth. The author’s story begins with her formative years, when her mother left her father and went into hiding with the Hare Krishnas. Months later, the young Alethea finds herself living 3,000 miles away from her extended family, trying to love a new father and forget the one she has left behind. Only she never forgets… A Girl Named Truth is a story of loss, love and the redemptive power of awakening a silenced voice.
“An absolutely compelling memoir about family, what is the “truth”, and finding your footing in both love and family. It was a hypnotic read; I couldn’t put this book down. Truly recommend it.” Amazon review
Book One of the Warriors of Light Series
Within the realm of night, six teens are brought into a mysterious labyrinth that is plagued by darkness. They have been told they are the chosen warriors who have been tasked to repair the network of light within Earth. An impossible mission that only becomes possible after they discover the gifts that reside within their shadow selves. Gifts that can only be unlocked by traveling the maze of light that is as much outside of them as it is inside of them.
“The Labyrinth is a beautiful metaphysical journey that will appeal to kids who like fantasy and magic. It has at its core an exploration of our relationship with the Earth, and how we each have a shadow side (our fears) that we must be willing to face in order to understand how we can heal ourselves and our planet. The language is beautiful and accessible, the characters diverse and engaging, and the story invites kids to ponder their place in the larger web of life, without being “preachy”… I deeply appreciate the author’s mission to help kids dive below the surface in an age where it’s easy to get lost in the technological and material world.” Amazon review
An Invitation from the Small Dog
If you would like to help Ani make her advent calendar this year, send your letters to Santa, festive memories, short stories, flash fiction or poems to the Small Dog. She will post them every day through December until Christmas…and there are still spaces left!
She would especially like to hear from her four-legged or feathered friends (she has a special place very close to her heart for turkeys)… but she says that two-legs are better than none, so she will accept submissions from humans too.
To get in touch, please use the form on the contact page or email Ani at firstname.lastname@example.org