Hola kitties! Didja get everything you wanted under the tree? I didn't. It's appropriate that this is bloopers and fail week since my Christmas was a fail. The sisal on my cat tree hasn't been replaced and all I got for Christmas was underwear. OK, the cat definition of underwear. I got a new litter box. Woohoo! And a Fancy Feast advent calendar full of noms. I also got a nip nanner that was supposed to go into the Secret Paws' package but arrived separated from the cardboard packaging. Plus there was a silvervine fish toy that TW found when she was looking for something in her dresser. The packing slip said it was ordered from Nip & Bones in 2012.
Hola kitties! Here's wishing all of you and your humans have a purrfect Christmas.
This Santa has been in the family hunnerts of years! It was handmade and TW had to add all new cotton to his beard and outfit. Rudolph, hiding in the background, sings and dances to "Move Like Jagger" which has nada to do with Christmas. It will tell you how old Rudy is if that was popular when he was born.
Hola kitties! Time is tight so let's get the festivities started. It's been awhile since I've done a Facebook meme so let's start there. A human friend posted this one meant especially for cats so I decided to put my two million cents in. This should be easy peasy but maybe a bit too easy. I'm sure y'all already know all these facts about moi. Tell your human typist to take a break from thinking about elections and crony virus and help you do it too!
Hola kitties! Qué pasa? I got a rare treat the other day that harkened back to my ghetto kitteh days! The peeps have fast food a couple of times a year when they happen to be on the "avenue." Not 5th Avenue. The other avenue near us. This was my lucky day. They seldom bring it home but cos of 'rona, they ate it at home. Of course I jumped on the table when I smelled that bad-for-you goodness.
Hola kitties! Did you all get your fill of the evil turkey burd? I know I did. By the time the peeps brought out the last bag to make turkey sammiches Monday, I had no innerest at all. That said, I'll move on to my topic for today. I've gotten several requests to tell the story of the peeps getting their refrigerator down the wind-y stairs; so since I do it all for my readers and fans, I'll share the story. Pop remembers most of it. As usual, TW is a bit hazy.
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