I'm not certain that my singing prevented a foot-biting calamity Sunday, but I'd like to think so. As my cat, Collette, opened her mouth and approached my feet, I sang in time to Cara Dillon's version of "The Wexford Carol," "Don't bite my feet. Leave them intact!"
Collette then retreated without biting me. Most likely, that was just a coincidence, but I'm choosing to believe it was Christmas spirit. After all, I can't prove that Collette's conscience didn't get the better of her.
