Vampire Musings on Cats, Black Friday Traditions, Lunch and Morning…

I love the way the cat stands on the deck rail in the morning just watching the world in the trees. It is a world of squirrels and birds and bugs. Then he hops off with the grace and form of a circus performer, never falling, never wondering if it is safe, and runs down the stairs to some unknown appointment with either adventure or maybe a nap.

At the crack of dawn I was brewing up coffee and washing the last of the goblets from yesterday. I’m not a witch so I can’t just snap my fingers and make the house clean up itself. I wouldn’t trust the woodland creatures to come in while I sing a happy tune. Knowing the creatures in my neighborhood, they’d raid the pantry of all dog and cat food then tear up the furniture and drink all the booze. Sure they’re cute but don’t let that fool you.

So right, you came here for your daily dose of Vampire life.

The sun is up. It is a holiday weekend. Everyone is asleep. Except me. Sleep and I are not friends so I’m up at all times of the day and night, like the cats. Except the cats have more of a clock than I do.

My brother Val spent the night because today is Black Friday. That doesn’t mean shopping. It means that we go out and meet friends for lunch. It is our tradition that we’ve held tight to for the past 122 years. We meet with friends for lunch, but we do it all day long. It is like going wine tasting. We stop. We taste. We go to the next place. And like wine tasting we can usually get in about 4 stops, each with 4-6 different samples. Only unlike wine tasting we don’t have to worry about driving home a little tipsy and we don’t bring home any bottles. It will be fun. It always is. This year we’re meeting with our favorite artists, a group of writers, a couple of lawyers we know, and for dessert we meet with a group of ghost hunters and historians. Great fun. But shhhhhhh don’t tell anyone we’re Vampires…especially the lawyers and ghost hunters.

I can hear Val rambling around upstairs. I need a refill on my coffee. Then I’ll put the fresh pine wreath on the door (thank you to my wonderful husband for bringing that home) and put on my shoes.

I suppose it is now officially the holiday season. Time for fun. Time for joy. Time for cheer.

Happy hunting!

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman