My first Christmas was in 2006. I was 8 months old. My mom says I was 8 months going on 8 years because I had been through so much in my kittenhood and I seemed to be a much older soul. That didn't stop me from being a total kitten though. My first Christmas was bittersweet. I was thrilled with all the decorations and the tree and the presents, but the truth was that I lost what was most precious to me on December 26th, 2006. My best friend and mentor, Jonathan. He was elderly and frail. He hung on through Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, but he passed away the morning of the 26th. I love you and miss you every single day.