Once again, I’m stuck here with ZuZu, the most boring cat in the world. She’s lying around while I’m watching the house.
It’s almost Christmas and so far, no one has even thought to ask me what I’d like from Santa. If anyone cared to ask, I’d tell them, “I’d like a night off, thank you very much!”
The snow people are back in full force. They won’t leave until the spring or maybe the summer. Mom’s a little lax when it comes down to packing stuff away. I’m waiting for the year she drops the ball and just leaves everything out – snowmen, Santas, pumpkins, skeletons, rabbits, chickens, turkeys. It could happen. She’s old. She forgets. Her brain shrivels up a little more every day. I can hear it shrinking when I creep up on the pillow and bite her hair while she’s sleeping.
Speaking of creepy things – the faceless angels showed up with their posse today. It looks like Dad glued the heads back on most of them since our last encounter, but one just got in the way of my tail (which has a mind of its own), so, “Oooops!” Can I help it if they can’t see to get out of the way fast enough?
Before Mom went out tonight, she told me to be good because Santa was coming. She left some treats out for him in the kitchen. He’s going to be really disappointed when I break the news that the Penguin drank all his eggnog. The good news is there are a few gingerbread crumbs still on the plate.
I think he’ll leave me something nice for a change because I’ve been extremely helpful this year. (Well I was good yesterday, anyway.) I helped Dad wrap some gifts and that’s got to count for something.
Oh, I think I hear the garage door opening, so it’s either Mom and Dad, Santa, or Burglars. If it’s Santa, maybe I can convince him to take ZuZu when he leaves. She’d make some kid a lovely Christmas surprise. I’ll even offer to wrap her up and put a bow on her. I can dream, can’t I?
Have a lovely Christmas and I hope all your Christmas dreams come true.