So I have been hearing Dad ramble incessantly about the fact that I am the last and only animal he will have. Well duh…of course because I am just the perfect canine and there could be no other…
OK, back to our story. Dad recently confessed that the only other animal he would consider would be if an orange, short hair kitty showed up at Christmas. Like Santa is going to bring a cat that specific? Well a few months back we almost had a fright.
Dad found this little toothless kitty in the front yard. Of course he just could not help himself and gave the thing a can of tuna…WHAT!
I have yet to have a whole can of tuna to myself. It did not show up for a few weeks and I thought we were safe. Then, a couple of weeks ago Dad heard it again and of course had to make me crazy by once again giving it food.
He started calling it “ The Christmas Kitty” and I panicked but it went away.
Then last week that Christmas nightmare came back, and was all up in Dad’s Kool-Aid. It was throwing itself at Dad and I was not happy about it.
I was pacing and trying to pull the blinds off the windows. “HE IS MY DAD, YOU HAIR BALL OF A MESS”. It was not good people.
Well, Mr. Christmas Kitty decided to hang out in the driveway – just licking himself and I was not happy – this is my property, my parents and my house.
Mom eventually got home and I felt safe. Of course she would not take my side and make the Christmas enemy go away. Dad then called her outside and shut the door. I immediately ran and slammed my face through the blinds and saw that Mr. Kitty was in the neighbors yard. Can you believe it started rubbing up against Mom and she actually liked it!
Oh no! Christmas is here to stay and I feel like I got some coal.
Low and behold Dad thought it would be brilliant to bring me out to see Christmas Kitty. HA! I showed all of them who is in control and started having a barking fit and tried to chase that hairball away. Christmas hissed, and I chased it while the parentals were in tow yelling at me.
I told them I would fix it right and that I did. Christmas won’t be sauntering around my territory again. I am sure I scared it all the way to the North Pole. Merry Christmas Kitty and Happy New Year away from Santa Monica.