Hi ya, everyone! Did you miss me? I sooooo missed you and have loads to meow about! First up, sorry to be posting late. Mama wasn’t feeling good so I had to play Nurse MaxE for her, which meant lots of cat naps and snuggles. Anyway, I hope everyone had a good Christmas and Santa Kitty Klaus treated you right. He was very good to me, which is no surprise because I am an exceptionally good kitty.
Mama went to visit her family, and it seemed a little rude to me that I wasn’t invited, especially since I so graciously welcomed them into my home this past Fall. But Mama explained that I would spend hours in the small pet carrier, which did sound awfully boring.
But then I found out that Mama used to take Emeril home with her. NOT FAIR!
Mama gave me a ton of excuses, but it boils down to this: the most constipated cat in the world was also the most boring cat in the world. And by boring, I mean well-behaved.
Mama said Emeril never attacked the Christmas tree or broke any of her Mom’s Christmas ornaments, etc. He was the perfect houseguest and never destroyed anything.
Whatever! It’s not my fault that Emeril was such a bore.
Besides, I’m pretty sure cats are INNOCENT until PROVEN guilty in this country.
Why do they ASSUME I would be a naughty kitty who would scratch their sofa and chairs, nudge things off counters and tables and pillage the highly breakable Christmas village?
I would absolutely, totally DO ALL OF THOSE THINGS!!!!!
I am not a boring feline, like Emeril. I am the Chief Mischief Maker and have a reputation to maintain.
Fortunately, Mama made it up to me with plenty of kitty massages, snuggles and smooches. And …. and she did the best thing, EVER! MaxE enjoyed a full meal of treats ONLY when she got back!! It was delicious and well deserved in my opinion.
Plus, Santa Kitty Klaus was so generous to me this year. I got another laser mouse! Who has two laser mouses? MaxE does! I also nabbed my very own MEGA bag of treats and a fun feather brush, which I love. Mama tries to do sneak attacks when I’m napping in my tower, but I’m on her like Donkey Kong. Nobody bests MaxE!
And best of all, MaxE got NO CLOTHES! That’s right, no stupid scarf, costume, booties, caps or hats. Woo-hoo! In a MaxE world, clothes don’t make the feline.
So all in all, I got a great haul, no clothes, a meal of treats and lots of snuggles. Now I have a little under 350 days to convince Mama that I should join her next year when she goes home. I could try to be a super well-behaved cat who would never launch all 17 pounds of himself at 6 ft tree filled with glowing lights and bat-able ornaments as soon as he was released from his carrier, but let’s face it — no one would ever believe that!
How was your Christmas? Was Santa Kitty Klaus good to you?