Christmas Is Just a Memory

Well, the tree is still up, but the gifts are all opened and played with. I did very well this year. Pop placed some orders online and I actually played with the stuff.

I got a tunnel that I named the Tunnel of Pain that I'd recommend to any cat. Since I'm an only cat, I play with TW. She wriggles her hand in it and I attack. That's where the pain comes from. I've yet to draw blood which I have to change quickly or risk ruining my reputation. I also got a plague rat, which I initially loved, but wouldn't look at today and a honeysuckle mouse. They bought me some freeze-dried whitefish, which I turned my stunning little nose up at.

Unfortunately, they didn't have turkey or ham for dinner, they had baked ziti. Can you imagine that? The nerve of it all. It had sausage in it but I don't like sausage. Ok, I got some skip jack tuna; but it was too little, too late. My feelings were hurt.

The worst part of the season is all the running around the peeps do. Pop is off work but they're running to all the relatives houses and, of course, the cat has to stay home alone. Last week, I invited some anipals over and we practically tore the house down. When the peeps got home at 11 pm, my guests were on their way home. Still, I think some of them got caught.

The best part of the season is I got to DJ two Christmas pawties: the SantaPaws pawty on Dec 12 and @georgetheduck's bash on Christmas eve. BTW, both charitable events were successes, going over their goals.

The peeps will be home New Year's Eve, watching the fireworks from the window. I plan to raise a glass of niptinis to all my Twitter and Facebook furrends and in remembrance of the furrends who are no longer with us in body.