Sunday, November 30, 2008


I want to help pull Santa's sleigh. Why is it that only magical reindeer can fly and help Father Christmas deliver gifts to all the good boys and girls (and cats)? They get to help deliver joy every year. Cats should be able to pull the sleigh too!

"Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now, Simba! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!"

Simba, dreaming about flying on Christmas Eve.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

My Christmas Lists

The holidays, a time to give and receive.

My dear humans, I would like to receive:
1. A whole salmon. (Smoked, if possible.)
2. Ten kilos of catnip. (What cat wouldn't want that?!)
3. No more hairballs. (No explanation nessecary.)
4. Expensive designer cat booties. (So I can dirty them in one trip to the box.)
5. A chicken pen. (Full of flightless chickens.)

My gift shopping list for my humans:
1. Presents in the box. (A gift they get year long!)
2. Purrs and headbutts. (My happiness is their happiness.)
3. Cuddles! (A great benefit of having humans!)

Snowee, gearing up for the holidays

Friday, November 28, 2008

Holiday Time!

The smell of Christmas is in the air! (If you're wondering what that smells like, it smells like boxes of decorations from the garage.)

Tinsel is like a million tiny strings together, waiting for my sister and I to spread them around the house. How excited my humans must be!

My sister, Snowee, posing by our tiny tree.

I've heard about cats climbing Christmas trees around this time of year. My humans only have a tiny tree, so I have yet to experience the joy of toppling over a tree. I have heard my humans talk about getting a regular-sized tree this year! (They think I can't understand them! If I couldn't, would I be able to write a blog entry?) My hope to break a few ornaments is kindled! Hoorah!

Last year; My first Christmas.

Simba, lovin' the holiday season

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy turkey day!

Aaah, turkeys. Birds of no flight. You know what would be so totally, flat out, extremely awesome? If all birds didn't fly. That would make my bird watching expeditions so much easier.
A lot more fun, too.

I didn't watch those parakeet birdies that live in my home today. I was too busy watching the turkey sitting on the table. You know how big the turkey was in comparison to my tiny parakeets?

Simba doesn't care much for birds. Isn't that so weird? He's way into flies though.

I'm thankful for flightless birds, my fish, my cat chow, and my new blog.

Happy holidays!

Snowee, on the prowl for turkeys