Easy Like Sunday Morning
I'm a bit worried. All this being good stuff is getting to me. I'm really still a kitten. I may look like a big 13 pound mancat, but I'm still a kitten. Just a wee bit over 1 year old. It's my first Christmas with my family. I've got my first stocking. My first tree. My first Secret Santa Paws.
I'm going a bit nuts. I'm tearing through the house. I'm whapping the tree. Whapping the ornaments. And then it happened. I destroyed my first ornament. I'm thinking this one is really bad because it was a little angel ornament. It had feather wings. How fair is that? Feathers are toys!
We have a bell on our tree to tell us when an angel gets their wings. But what happens when a naughty kitty makes an angel lose their wings?
Is it a lump of coal in the naughty kitties stocking?
I'm worried.
At least my good pals from The Poupounette turned out to be our Secret Paws pals so they may be my only hope of getting presents this year. I'm going to sit by the bag until Christmas morning. It came all the way from Japan! I can hardly wait!
