Happy New Year

Hello.

I licked this plastic bag about 100 times this morning. And then I rubbed my head on it a lot so that everyone would know it was mine. Pumpy was not allowed to lick my bag, FYI. No. Way.

We got to eat a piece of cheese this evening in celebration of Hogmanay, which is the Scottish name for the New Year's Eve Celebration. Hurrah.

Happy New Year to all my friends. May 2010 bring you all peace.

Obviously Pumpy was feeling a little insecure yesterday and he needed to reach out and touch me during our nap. Sometimes that's OK. But as you must know by now, sometimes that's NOT OK. Yesterday I was feeling very magnanimous and so there was no hissing or biting.

Ceiling Cat Christmas Story

From the Lolcat Bible:

Hai! Kittehs luv Crismus Trees very much! Dey liek to play wit dem, an eet dem, an mak tinsul hang out of der butt. But we mus remembah teh troo reesun we haf Crismus is cuz Ceiling Cat luv pien trees and he mak a holaday for dem. Srsly.

Merry Christmas - and don't eat the tinsel. It's bad for you.

White Christmas

Dawgs,

We got snow yesterday and everybody stayed home from work and the lap lady got a cold.

The Christmas tree went up this week but this is not as exciting to me as it was in years past. Maybe because I know it's not real and it's too far to jump up and bite a babble.

Pumpy and I had a real bust-up in the middle of the night. So much so that the lady bean had to come downstairs in her housecoat and slippers and moderate our dispute. It was noted this morning that Pumpy and I usually have these bad fights in cold weather and they are usually because one of us -- PUMPY -- tries to steal a warm spot away from someone else.

Well - things are getting back to normal. My lap lady went away and our friend, Amie, stayed with us again. But Amie doesn't know how to turn on the computer so I couldn't write my blog!

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Do you like my toes? I allowed the LL to clip my nails!