MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!
Scratch that. Christmas was yesterday. It's kinda all over now.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!
Scratch that, too. It's too early for New Years. That's not 'til next week.
HAPPY BOXING DAY, MY FRIENDS. May the power of the boxes be with you.
That's more like it.
In case you hadn't heard, today is Boxin' Day, a day when Canadian kitties, from coast to coast to coast, celebrate boxes.
FYI, it is not a day for boxin' fur-sibs about the ears.
At least that's what I've been told.
Twice already, this mornin'.
But anyway, as luck would have it, after the Christmas festivities were over yesterday, we were left with some really good sized boxes in the livin' room. As a matter of fact, we were left with four good sized boxes, which, AS I WAS TOLD THIS MORNIN', TWICE, means that since there's a box for each one of us cats to use, there's no need for any of us to be boxin' our fur-sibs about the ears.
But in all fairness, the box Mason was in was the box I wanted.
You know what they say...
LOCATION. LOCATION. LOCATION.
And it's not like Mason didn't box my ears right back.
But do you hear the peeps complaining 'bout that?
OH NO... APPARENTLY, retaliatory ear boxin' is PURRFECTLY acceptable 'round here.
Well not so much acceptable as uh...
Well actually, not so much allowed as uh...
Recognised as the inevitable, I suppose.
But retaliatory ear boxin' on account of other retaliatory ear boxin'?
Yeah, the peeps didn't go for that either.
Of course, I'm plannin' on bein' nipped all this week, on account of Santa bringin' me the mother load of nip toys yesterday, so...
So Mason might wanna wear somethin' on her head to protect her once again soon-to-be-boxed ears.