Meowy Christmas

Ok, so I know that mom got some fresh catnip - I smell it. But when is she going to give it to me? I keep on asking her, and I asked her nicely this time, but she just pets me and tells me to be a good girl. (The dog has no idea how super-duper good catnip is...well, he's a dog...so go figure.)
I guess I need to go and find a warm and cozy NEW spot to take my nap - oh, an open closet door...
After my quiet and warm nap, I got busy cleaning my face and my arms and my legs and my...you know, every inch of my body. And then, I left a little something in the form of a fluff ball for mom to find.
Hey, I smell catnip...OMG, there's a leopard printed fat mouse on the scratch pad and it smells hella good! I have to go and attack it and rub myself all over it right now.
C-U later. Oh, yeah - Meowy Christmas!

Scary Scary Thing

Meow! I saw the scariest thing when I was napping on the sofa. I had a long dark hair that was long and it moved just enought for me to take notice of it. I attacked it before it would take notice of me. I jumped on top of it and punished it like crazy. Then I heard shrieks and screaming. The scary thing was connected to the head...of the person who gives me my food and scratches me in all the right places.
Oh well, I'll blame it on the catnip (BAD Catnip, BAD).
So, uhm, where was I? Yes, where 's the my next yummy meal?
Let me clean my face....Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I think I'll go where the sunlight is hitting ever so invitingly. It's so tuff being me. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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