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Or Jesus, Cats, and Trans Kids
My neighborhood of Manchester on Pittsburgh’s Northside is having a holiday decorating contest.
We have a lovely row house, built in 1872, but no outdoor electrical outlets so our decorating has always been limited. Putting things inside the windows is risky business with cats. And the windows are tall so things tend to fall into their greedy little claws with ease.
A few years ago, I acquired a few inflatables and put them in the backyard to make my wife smile. I also acquired a wire deer with lights and a 1970’s era two-foot Nativity set complete with 1970’s era plugs. I put them out on the back deck because I wouldn’t dare risk plugging them in anywhere.
I’ve put out a call for as many cats as my neighbors will give me — stuffed cats, statues, and so forth.
When I learned about the holiday contest, I had a bit of inspiration. The day we had inherited the Nativity set, it was in our living room and I turned around to see our cat sleeping in the manger. He broke it so I quickly replaced it with a cat bed as it seemed fair enough for the Baby Jesus to displace said cat.
So my goal now is to create a manger with a message in front of our house. I bought some solar fairy lights and inserted them into Mary and Joseph…
