X-Mas

Oh X-Mas. Could any holiday be better for an awesome cat of awesome like me?

The morning of that fateful day dawned and three cats raced anxiously to their stockings... only to realize that despite the fact that there were stockings, there was nothing in those stockings.

FOILED!

Well, to be fair, we got stuff ahead of time, but still, a cat can hope that his stocking is full of even more stuff, can't he? Where was Santa Paws and why did he not visit in the night? Was it... because I am a bad cat? SORROW! WOE!

Okay, though, I have to be honest: being the Bad Cat is worth being spurned by Santa Paws.

Besides, the humans make up for it in their adoration of me. As I've mentioned previously, my outstanding work these year caused me-- okay, all of us, but mainly me-- to get this great toy that has holes in it and THINGS in those holes, so we have to poke poke poke to get them out. It's great.

So, yeah, my holidays were pretty incredible, made so by my own hard work and ingenuity. No other cat in the world had a better X-mas.

And if they did, I demand satisfaction! Because mine SHOULD be the best.

Gleefully yours,
Simon