Tis the Season
I tell ya, this place is so ready for Christmas this year. Sparkles everywhere and lots of “good cheer” too.
I’ve dropped about as many hints as I know how to that I want a new cat bed and a new area rug for my room, from Santa. I keep standing by my old bed and meowing to get someone to see how worn it is. Then I rumple up the rug to allow humans the tripping activity. If I had a new rug, they would be safer, right?
Pop didn’t write a letter to Santa this year but I’ll tell you what she did do yesterday. She went online and filled out an application to be considered for a rescue bichon. These are little dogs who have been rescued from all sorts of conditions and then placed in a foster home until they are ready for a forever home. This rescue group is located in Florida and only adopts their dogs out to Florida residents. Let’s keep our paws crossed that this works out. I need a new buddy to aggravate and to rub my head on his fuzzy little self. The application even asked if there was a cat in the house and Pop told them all about me. So no cat hating dogs for us.
Have a splendid weekend and just hug the hell out of your honeys
Fred the Christmas Cat (the cat who loves you guys!)