Christmas with the Wife and Kid
Last night was an adventure in Christmas gift wrapping. As with last year, Popeye kept pawing at the presents even as I was trying to wrap them, especially the cat toys on which I'd sprinkled cat nip. Unlike last year, the little shit didn't get his way and had to wait until this morning like everyone else.
.oO WTF was he thinking? Oo. "I mean, thank you, honey!"
As usual, the annual frogs calendar was a big hit.
.oO Hm. Spicy sausages. Is he trying to tell me something? Oo.
Peace on earth... finally.
posted by jurassicpork @ Saturday, December 25, 2010
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Merry Christmas all!
Popeye is obviously going to have to work a little harder to train his humans. Catnip-laced presents meant for a delayed unwrapping? Only a human would be so devious. But I think he can handle whatever you throw at him.
We are reunited with Bella, who sticks close by and cries forlornly - not her usual style and I fear she spent the week sounding pitiful. Breaks my heart. Silly because she was well cared for.
She's a tissue kitty - the kind that comes in gifts. Likes to be buried under it, then shoots out and struts as though she's done something remarkable. Small brain. But sweet.
All the best,
M
Congratulations on your marriage!
Must have missed the announcement, but it's an honorable estate, and the only way to go. Anything else is just "playing house"
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