Sassie Says--Christmas is for Cats

Every year around this time, my family begins to do strange and mysterious things. First, they bring a large, green, bushy thing called a 'tree' into the house. My dad moves it around for an hour, mumbling under his breath, while my mom stands in the background and says, "I still don't think it's straight!"

After they prop up the green thing, they spread toys called "lights" and "ornaments" around the floor. I chew on them. For some reason my parents get upset and yell, "Stop, Sassie!"
I ignore them, of course.

When they finish, I try to take a nap. I sleep as close as possible to the tree to make sure it doesn't move.


Usually, my mom has lots of fun "presents". I try to look into them and tear the paper off of them. More yelling. Sheesh! What's with these people?


Plus, since's Peeve's 'accident', my mom says my siblings and Peeve are expensive. Perhaps my Christmas wish will finally come true and she'll make them all leave home. I'll be an only child!
My father says he thinks I paid to try to have Peeve "whacked." I resent this implication. I don't have any money.


See you next month for more insightful wisdom and insights from me,


P.S. My mom says she is behind on posting and reading blogs but she will try to visit everyone soon!

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