This is standard Christmas day for me (natal Saturn at 4 Cancer and Neptune at 4 Libra) but you can get used to anything ha ha, and it's been a long time since this influence made itself felt to me on December 25th.
Why was this Christmas different from all other Christmases? Because the Venerable Mr. Patches bit me again - this time on Christmas Eve, on the back of my left hand, just as my right hand was becoming useable again, and again on my upper arm, sinking his teeth in deep for that one and leaving me with a three inch by two inch bruise. The back of my hand swelled so much all my veins disappeared, but I was four days into a course of penicillin and today, 12/27, the swelling's gone down and I can open a can and take the top off a bottle of milk and all kinds of other miraculous things.
What was bothering me on Christmas Day was thinking that I was turning Mr. Patches into a biter - not that I was literally, but that Sweet Pea was by wanting to play with him. As Sweet Pea's idea of playing is to launch himself a foot or so into the air and land with all four paws on whatever he's playing with, it's very easy for the played-with-one to misinterpret the gesture and think it's all out war. As Sweet Pea is always the aggressor, every little skirmish not surprisingly leaves Mr. Patches that much more agitated and upset, and it was right after one of their scuffles that I got bit. Troubling, to put it mildly.
Spending Christmas Day with a woman who runs a dog rescue didn't help, as the issue to her was cut and dried. Dog bites foster parent, dog gets euthanized, therefore if cat bites.... you can see where that one went very quickly. Very troubling, to think that having Sweet Pea as a roommate was turning a gentle old cat into a vicious biter who would have to go back to the shelter where he was rescued from death row, when all I wanted to do was give Sweet Pea someone to play with. Happy Christmas indeed.
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