This is more like it. A big tree that I can hide under, climb, and attack presents.
I believe Mum and Dad are going to take the midget tree with them for Christmas, and leave me with the big tree. They better leave some presents under it for me. Or I'll leave them a big present for when they get home. I'm really good at shredding!
Well, I suppose you can take one photo. Just one okay!
I said one photo, okay. I'm trying to sleep!
Will you just get out of here with that damn flash!!
I love Christmas. I love unwrapping everyone's presents so that Mum only has to wrap them all over again. Sometimes she leaves the opened wrapping with all my bite marks and scratch marks underneath the replacement wrapping so she can show all her friends what a clever cat I am.
But something odd is going on here. Yes, there are presents but they're not under a tree where I can poke and prod and investigate. They are sitting in the entertainment unit out of my reach. Well, I suppose if I tried, I could get to them.
And where's the tree? It's December guys! And it's still not up!
Today I heard a startling conversation between mum and dad. It seems that they're going to visit someone else for Christmas, and I'll be left to make do while the nice neighbour lady comes to feed me. But it doesn't sound like I'll be getting any turkey roast for dinner.
You can see in this picture that I wasn't particularly impressed about appearing in the family Christmas card!
I'm even less impressed this year. Looks like I'll have to invite all the local moggies over for our own Christmas luncheon.
Your friend, Dorkus
