You know, I've been trying very very hard to be a good kitty lately. Santa Claws and all that. But my people don't make it easy...they went shopping today, and they went to the pet store (luckily they did not come home with another pet) but I'm pretty sure they didn't get anything for me. I'm pretty sure that they bought stuff for that damned dog Butters.
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?