Now, I don't begrudge Butters a present or two, because he has good taste in people, but come on. He doesn't live here. He doesn't keep the People warm at night. He doesn't sing to them at 3 a.m. He should get something, sure, but I should get something, too! I do all the work here!
I am going to spend the rest of tonight in front of the fire thingy, being very good and looking very sad, and maybe the people will feel bad for me and I'll at least score a crunchy treat or two. I did score a few bites of the chicken the man cooked in the Damn That's Slow Cooker thingy, but I'm not sure that's enough.
All I want is a few presents for Christmas. Is that too much to hope for?
8 comments:
sheesh - presents for the dog and not for you? that's wrong on so many levels - Sammy
Max, Max. Max! Not to worry, dood! They sent The Younger Human out to buy about a bajillion presents just for you (oh, and maybe one or two for Buddah) so that he can hide them at his house till Christmas! At least, that's what I think and I am almost always right.
Sometimes my friend, you need to TAKE. heh heh heh...
We think your presents were hidden, Max. That's what hoomins do, you know.
We're sure your humans got you some great toys. You just have to wait till Chrissymouse to open them!
Don't worry, they surely won't neglect you at Christmas. They've probably got the biggest bestest surprise hidden away where you can't find it.
We are sure you will get presents. You know you are very loved.
Oh geez.
We hope they don't mix up who gets what. Butters would get kitty toys and you & Buddah would get...gasp...woofie toys!
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