Hello to my faithful followers,
So, remember last year how I said that I was hoping this Christmas was as good as last Christmas? Well, let me tell you. It was BETTER !!!!
Once again my parents got a real live Christmas tree. It was very pretty and smelled good. They set it up this year and the crazy cat didn’t jump in it and the pug didn’t pee on it. It was just a quiet couple of days with the tree and I was thinking that I was going to be bummed out with no “Christmas Show” to watch. Well, let me tell you. It was a GOOOOOD Christmas for me.
Let me start by reminding everyone that there are 2 dogs and 3 cats in this household. 2 of the cats are over 12 years old so they really don’t do much but that younger cat, Oliver, is still a royal pain in my side. He thinks he is a dog. He eats with us, drinks with us, lays by us, tries to play with us. I just do not like him. He needs to go away.
Anyhoo, mom is upstairs working on the computer when she hears all of this crashing and commotion going on downstairs. She starts down the stairs and sees the 1st cat running super fast ….zoom….right by her. Then comes the 2nd cat hot on the first cat’s tail. Then the 3rd cat, followed by the pug and then finally me. We were all 5 chasing around the house like it was an Indy 500 race. Stuff was crashing, we were crashing (tile floor, need I say more?) and boy that Oliver can move when he wants to. Mom finally figured out what the “race of the day” was about. You see, our new Christmas tree came with its own presents for us pets. Yep, you guessed it. 2 field mice. Must have been all safe and warm in the tree and then they decided to venture out of the tree for some food. That’s when Oliver saw it. Then the other 2. Then us dogs. Oliver caught one in his mouth and started running from us. Well, that’s not going to happen, so we all started to chase him. Yep, all of us. That is the chase that mom saw (lap 12). Mom grabbed a big beach towel and threw it over Oliver and then got the mouse and put it outside. All issues averted…..or so she thought. Upstairs she went and back to work we all went because we KNEW there wasn’t just that one mouse. There was another….somewhere. Now in our defense, mom should know by now that if it is quiet downstairs that antics are afoot. Unfortunately Oliver found the other mouse and by the time mom was alerted (dang pug) to that fact, Oliver had chowed down on ½ of it. I tried to eat the other half but mom yelled at me to “drop it” so loud it scared the bejeezus out of me and the ½ of mouse just fell to the ground.
Oliver is still looking for more mice while I write this. That should be the first clue that he isn’t a dog. We dogs will wait for the cats to find them and THEN we will go in and take it.
So, here is hoping for an even BETTER Christmas next year. WOOHOO!
Until then….Comet out.
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