A Merry Christmas!

Apparently Christmas is a time when people chase you around with cameras trying to convince you to look natural while you're opening your presents. For one thing, when being photographed I prefer to be prepared. Also, I am currently petrified of the camera, and can add that fear to the ever-growing and changing list. At any rate, when there are presents involved, one can overlook certain things, like a flash from a camera when your head is stuck in a box. I watched in dismay as the house monsters stuck their faces into their Christmas bags and began to pull out an assortment of toys and chewies (something called "greenies" that look insultingly like toothbrushes). I sat beside Marcymommy and this overturned box and discovered my own gifts awaited. I was not exactly in tune with the new pink rolled collar but enjoyed the squeaky duck and greenie chew. My tail curled over my back in happiness because the greenie is one of the few chewies that actually come in a manageable size. Unfortunately when I turned my back to thank Marcymommy, the yellow housemonster stole it--inhaled it is more like it. I got another one right away, but still....

The best part about days like these is that the housemonsters play with all the new stuff instead of either trying to make me squeak or drinking all the water out of the short bowl so that I have to resort to using the big bowl which is more like a swimming pool from my perspective.

After the midnight gift opening all the lights were turned off and we went to bed where I discovered that the resident kitties had also had a Merry Christmas--and all their toys seemed such a fit for me--except for the rustle-crackle tunnel which sounded like a plastic bag chasing me. So Marcymommy caught a clue and tossed me some of the foam balls, feather twisters, and got out the feathered fisher to drive me batty with joy. Worn out, I crawled under the bed with the glowing-eyed kitty-monsters and passed out. Quite the Merry Christmas, I must say. Cheers.