I hope there is still time to make a correction to my Catsmas list! I thought I wanted a teething toy, but I have since discovered that Human Mommy’s fingers do the job just fine.
Could I request a can or two or three or baker’s dozen of tuna instead?
Sure, we are holding left front paws and Darth Vader’s right front paw is draped over my tail. Don’t read too much into it, Humans. We’re Bros, but we’re not exactly BFFS, you know?
Don’t be shy about giving compliments. For example, if your Human Mommy just got a pair of tall, lace-up boots, tell her how much you love them, especially the laces.
Occasionally, you may come face to face with your Doppelcatter. Ignore him. The resemblance isn’t all that striking and you’re obviously handsomer than him anyway.
The omnipresence of the paparazzi is one of the hardest things to get used to when you become a star. Don’t sweat it. So long as you keep your pretty whiskers groomed and your shirt front bright white, you’ll never take a bad photo.
Who is crueler, Human Daddy, who makes an unreasonable rule like no Cats in the bedroom while the Humans are at work, or Human Mommy who enforces said rule?
You know what would be nice, Santa Claws? A new, comfy doggy bed. The floor is hard, Santa Claws, and we believe the Meowies have perfumed our blanket more than once.