Let's see, what is this day? 6 geese of laying?
On this day, as I took care of bills (so unChristmasey like I know!) I heard our floofy, fluffy cat meowing. I figured she was hoping for some Fancy Feast (because she's that spoiled) and tuned her out and went about my business. Until, I realized that those were somewhat distressed meows. Then I got nervous. What if she is dying? Adam will be so sad, I will be so sad. Dramatic! I ran to my closet and heard her inside my dresser. I have no clue how she got in there in the first place, but she had no way out. I saved her life. Now, I genuinely hope that Mutty, like the crusty, sour Ebenezer Scrooge begins to appreciate Christmas again, because so far this season she has been an absolute bah humbug. The tree skirt has stayed perfectly straight, the ornaments have not been batted around by her paws and she doesn't even care that there is a glowing, living tree in her own house.
She's sleeping very soundly on the couch at the moment, which is much more comfortable than being smashed into a dresser, isn't it? Hopefully, the ghost of Christmas Past, Present and Future are visiting her while she slumbers. If so, cat nip lobster toys are in her future.
Mutty's Christmas list this year:
a drinking fountain
pillow for the computer desk
cat nip lobster like the one a friend from Boston sent.
unlimited amounts of Fancy Feast (fish flavors only please.)
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| Tattered Cover Bookstore. LoDo, Denver |
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| Dreams of Christmas present? |
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| Snow on the windowsill, can you see the individual flakes? |
