Where's my turkey?

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