Damn Cat Better Change Her Letter To Santa....
Damn Cat. Now, I realize that it looks like it's really not that decorated, I promise, it was. You're just looking at the back side of it, the side that I didn't count on anyone seeing. Damn Cat. The lights have been pulled off and tangled, the star on top that lit up all pretty is now in about 4 pieces, and 5 really cute little glass bulbs came to their early demise. I think a couple of Disney characters also bit the dust. Damn Cat.
I know it was her. Damn Cat. As I righted my downed, sorry tree, I realized that I just needed to start all over with decorating...oh, yeah....after I put all the damn branches back in their damn little holes. Damn Cat. I then had to remove tufts of white cat hair from all parts of the tree, she apparently felt the need to crawl all over it. Damn Cat.
I hope she asked Santa for a couple extra lives, I think she's going to need them. Damn Cat.
posted by Shea at 6:38 PM
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Oh, Shea, I'm so sorry! No, that sound you hear isn't me snickering. I have no idea what you're talking about.
Ours have been up to the same thing. There's a special place reserved in Kitty Hell for cats like this.
I came home the other day and Jazz was still wrapped in the garland that used to be on the mantle. You can't look sweet and innocent when you're covered in pine garland and still chewing on the fake glittery flowers that used to be attached to the garland. Damn cat.
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