A Very Cato Christmas to All

This was my first Christmas celebration without my sister, Lucky. Even though she wasn’t physically with us, we could feel her presence. Her stocking was hung on the mantle, along with mine and my dads’.

I got all kinds of presents, including a down jacket and winter shoes for those cold winter walks. I had so much fun opening my gifts after my dads opened theirs. I’ve already sampled my treats and chewed on my squeaky toys. My dad, Kevin, even took me for a walk in the after-blizzard freezing temperatures.

I’m so happy to have a warm, loving home where I am treated like a king. I only wish all those poor homeless dogs and cats in shelters and living on the streets could have a home like mine.

I want to wish all my animal friends, and humans a warm and Merry Christmas. And a special loving Christmas to my sister, Lucky, up there over the rainbow!

How I Communicate with My Dads.

I know everyone communicates with others by a variety of means. Some use spoken language and some use sign language. I use my own personal look for whatever I want or need. This is my “I gotta pee” look. If my dad doesn’t get up and let me out, which is rarely, I then start to whine and then bark. But this look almost always works immediately.

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