Tortietude

The time has come for me to take this blog into my own paws (polydactyl, of course) and write it myself rather than depend on Dee Dee (aka Mama Cat) to chronicle my life. Not only has she been woefully inadequate in keeping this blog up to date, but her perspective is decidedly one-sided and riddled with inaccuracies. I plan to correct those in future entries.

Yesterday was Christmas, a strange holiday that my humans get very excited about. The first strange thing is that about three weeks ago, a golden tree appeared in the living room hung with many shiny, dangling objects. I thought they were toys put there especially for me, but not only are most of them hung too high for me to reach easily, when I try to bat the shiny things that I can reach either Dee Dee or Frank shoo me away. It is very frustrating!

The second strange thing is that colorful boxes with bright shiny bows appeared under the tree. Although I enjoy loafing under the tree on the fuzzy red material next to the boxes, it is far more fun to chew on the bows! Unfortunately, the humans don't let me do THAT either. What's the point of those bows if not to bite them?

The best thing about Christmas, though, was when I got my present. I was curled up on my purr pad sleeping peacefully yesterday morning when Dee Dee came up to me. I thought she was going to kiss me like she always does (I have to admit I like that), but when I put my head up I suddenly smelled . . . it. I jumped up, letting out an involuntary squeak of excitement, and followed Dee Dee and the mysterious, wonderful smelling object in her hand downstairs. She tossed it on the floor and I attacked it. Oh, intoxicating joy!

I heard her call the object "catnip cigar." I don't know what that means -- all I know is that I love to roll on it, lick it, kick it with my back legs, bat it around . . . but I don't remember much after that. I think I sat around, staring into space, and for some reason Dee Dee and Frank were laughing at me. But it felt glorious. And the day ended my favorite way, lying on Frank's lap while they watched TV. This Christmas is a wonderful thing!