letter to Santa paws

Dear Santa,

I've been told I need to write to you so here goes. I would like to ask you some things. Can I ride with you in your sleigh on Christmas? I run really fast and I am a good jumper. I get along well with other animals and would kill any mice that stop you in the chimneys. I also am pretty good at keeping laps warm so if you get cold I can curl up on you and keep you warm with my motor that goes Rrrrrrrr.

If I can't get that wish, here are some other things I would like for X-mas.

1. Merrick Ocean Breeze cat food. Boy that stuff is delicious! It does make me toot though.
2. My own desk chair. The humans keep taking theirs back and then I have nowhere to nap!
3. A treat-dispensing machine. To keep me less reliant on the humans.
4. Lots and lots of catnip.
5. For a homeless cat to find a home like I did.

Thanks Santa, you're a pretty cool guy to give joy to all those homes.

Meows,
Foucault

cooking

I've been trying to turn the oven on. It has a keypad especially designed for cats...beep...beep.beep. But I just can't open the door. I an set all the numbers right to the temperature I need...then mom comes around and yells "hey!". Can't a cat cook a bird around here? sheesh.

Foucault

Where am I?

Well I have no idea where I am diary. I was in this little cage with a nice pretty mama cat and then all the sudden swoop I was up and into a man's arms. Into another little cage and then rurrrr in a loud noisy machine and bounce bounce up some stairs and uh-oh then opened the door. Of course I ran far away from the twolegs who were cooing at me.

After a few minutes I was hiding then a feather started to move in the air. I had to go get that feather and attack it! Boom! Jump! Leap! Crash! onto my belly but biting the little feather. I could do this for awhile, I thought.

Well one of the twolegs picked me up and purrr.....oh yeah, I like that. Purrrr....what! I'm up and there's another cat around! Yikes! Hiss! Getta outta here lady! This is my new bachelor pad! You're a little old for me.

Oh no! There goes that feather again. Pounce! Leap! Chew! Got it.

Later Kittens,
Foucault