Tree up. Check.
Prezzies wrapped. Ch... Well almost check, I guess. MOUSES!
Yup, the season is upon us, for sure, and you know what they say. They say, it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
Last night, the Christmas tree went up. Truth be told, it went up on Friday night but the peeps didn't decorate it 'til last night but boy-oh-boy, decorate they did. Took 'em all evening long but when it was all done, everything was lit up and sparkly. Lots of little lights in pretty colours and lots and lots of glass balls for whacking.
What's that, Peepers? Oh. Okay. Sorry 'bout that. Yeah, yeah, I'll correct it. STOP NAGGING ME, WOMAN.
Apparently, the glass balls aren't meant for whacking. Don't tell the peep I said this but I think she and I are gonna have to agree to disagree on that one. MOUSES!
I asked Peep #1 to take a picture of the tree but she says she can't take any pictures until the boxes from the ornaments are all put away. Right now, there are boxes scattered all over the living room floor. MOUSES!
In the meantime, I'll see if I can dig out a picture or two of our Christmas tree from a previous year. I'm sure I have one, somewhere. Same ornaments, pretty much, give or take a whacked one, so the tree looks kind of similar every year.
But back to those boxes.
If you ask me, the peep should just leave the ornament boxes where they are because I wouldn't mind napping in a couple of them. Maybe even more than a couple. The little boxes are kind of useless, due to their size and flimsy sides, but the big boxes that hold the little boxes are perfect napping spots, to be sure. I should know. Tried one out yester...
What's that, Peepers? No, I didn't break it. Your precious box is just fine. Might have left some loose fur in it or something but I certainly didn't break anything. Boy-oh-boy... MOUSES!
Some peeps. MOUSES!
And speaking of boxes, Peep #1's best pal from her kittenhood sent the peep some prezzies through the mail and they came in - you guessed it - A BOX! And it's a super good box, too. That pal of the peep's sends the best boxes, every year. Don't know how she does it but they're always the perfect fit for us cats. Yup, I've test driven this year's box already and I'm giving it five stars, to be sure.
And speaking of mail...
Once again, the peep has been neglectful with her mailing duties. Pile of Christmas cards sitting on the dining room table, waiting to be mailed out. There's no way they're going to make it to their destinations by Christmas. Christmas is less than a week away!
But being the ever-so-helpful kitty that I am, I offered to paw deliver the peep's letters to everyone for a small fee. I figured that if I fired up the ol' teleportation device, I could get all that mail delivered faster than you can twitch a whisker but oh no... OH NO, we couldn't have that. Peep #1 says that some of her pals might have a heart attack or something if they got their Christmas cards from her in time for Christmas. They're just not used to the peep being on the ball with such things, you see. As usual, she's aiming to get them mailed out by Christmas Eve. MOUSES!
And speaking of balls...
There wasn't a single glass ball casualty when decorating the Christmas tree last night. Nope, the peeps didn't drop a single one. Good thing, too, 'cause if anyone is gonna be breaking glass balls on the Christmas tree, it's gonna be us cats.
What's that, Peepers? No, no, not a one. Nope, I haven't whacked a single glass ornament off the tree.
Looks like we're going to have a green Christmas again this year. MOUSES!
Yeah, even though today is super chilly, the weatherpeeps are saying Christmas Day is gonna be pretty mild. I guess they don't realize this is Canada because if they did, surely they would send some snow our way for Christmas.
Not that I want a repeat of last winter or anything. Last winter was the winter to end all winters. The winter that came and absolutely refused to leave no matter how many awful names we called it. In fact, the more we called it names, the more it stuck around, dumping snow here, there and everywhere. It was horrid.
But a little bit of snow sure would be nice for Christmas Day. Might have to take matters into my own paws and see if I can do something about that. Order up a little snow for Christmas morning and stuff. Wonder if they sell snow on Ebay. Hmmm....
And when I'm ordering up that snow, I'll see if I can order up a couple more boxes, too. Day after Christmas is Boxing Day, you see. The day when we cats celebrate the miracle that is the box. Peeps do stuff on Boxing Day, too, but nothing as wonderful as napping in a perfectly sized box. MOUSES!