I’m 8 months old now, and for my first Christmas ever, I’m discovering I landed in a home where Christmas is all about us CATS!
It all started when a big wreath showed up on the living room floor.
Turns out, it was my first Christmas test. Karen planted the wreath there to see if I would go bonkers and destroy it. She figured it would be safer for me to attack it on the floor than on the mantel. I passed with honors.
Adele hasn’t been letting anything come into the house without a thorough inspection. No stocking-stuffer has been too small to escape her.
Then Karen started mumbling about my “stocking.” I thought we had that covered. I’m wearing 4 white furry socks.
Turns out I didn’t need a wearing stocking, but a hanging-by-the-chimney-with-care stocking — a.k.a. Santa Kitty bait.
The best stocking Karen could find is covered with stupid buttons. She sewed my name on it, but assured me it’s still a “work in progress” and she will replace the buttons with jingle bells. But for now, she jazzed it up with a sparkly brooch that looks just like ME!
Of course, when Adele saw my bling, she threw a fit and had to have some.
Cole’s stocking already has so much junk on it, he doesn’t care.
Every new kitty gets a special ornament for the tree, but Karen used my mug shot from the joint when I was 6 weeks old. That explains the dopey look on my face. I guess I’ll have to live with that every Christmas now.
Then Karen dragged out a huge box of branches. When she put them all together, they made a TREE! In our LIVING ROOM!
I wasted no time climbing that thing — about every 5 minutes for a week.
I spent so much time in the tree, Karen was afraid to put anything but my one ornament on it. But then she felt guilty about depriving her little Maxy of his very first Christmas.
I tried to help her decorate, but stringing the lights from inside the tree almost got me strangled, so I climbed down and let Karen finish. She really did a number on it.
Cole likes to hang out under the tree with all the presents.
Karen’s OK with us hanging out under the tree as long as we don’t try to open any presents.
We’re allowed to get away with so much, you’d think we would cooperate when Karen wanted us to do one little thing like pose in our Santa hats for your Christmas greeting, but you’d be wrong. Adele complained the hat mussed her ears. Karen did manage to catch Cole off-guard for a second…
I took my cue from Cole…
Then, my beloved Cattey betrayed me and made us all look like ingrates. I don’t know who he was trying to impress. There’s no such thing as SantaPillar!
But back to presents. Ours are wrapped in plain brown paper so we’ll know exactly which ones we can tear into Christmas morning.
The 2 flat ones in front are for Karen from us. Boy, is she going to be surprised when she sees her next AmEx bill!
I can hardly wait for Christmas morning. I probably won’t be able to sleep, listening for Santa Kitty to claw his way down our chimney.
Next week, I’ll let you know what was in all those big brown packages.
I hope Santa brings all our Cats Working readers a big pile of good ‘nip. Adele, Cole, Karen and I wish you…
A Merry Maxy Christmas!