Dear diary,
Raven here.
Note: This is NOT part of the original diary series. This is the first account of a series of Cat Holiday Hubbub. Holiday parties accounted by Your’s Truly, Raven Hanson.
Well. It’s Catsmas Eve and my humans are somewhere strange out in the wilderness. I’m stuck at home with nothing but a neighbor human cat sitter and a few boring, over-used toys to keep me company. Even the red coated, bearded cat with all those toys in a kitty pulled sleigh, or my tall, Catsmas tree with all the toys hanging from the branches won’t cheer me.
“Meowy Catsmas,” Watson purrs, clearly in the jolly Catsmas spirit.
“Meowy Catsmas,” I growl back, staring down at my paws. Until my real humans come back, this Catsmas will be anything BUT jolly, happy and meowy.
Dear Raven,
Meowy Catsmas to you! I’m sorry you’re left alone, but I have an idea!!! Since they left the tree, consider the amazing possbilities of Catsmas ornament football, or climbing to the tippy-top of the tree and sort of swaying back and forth. Perhaps you can re-string the lights around the litter box to make that space a bit more festive. Invite Watson in for candy cane hockey even!
If you play your catcards right, you can have some fun AND make enough of a mess that they decide to take you with them next time!
Just a thought 😉
Make the best of it my friend. Have a super Meowy Catsmas! And if you successfully topple the tree, photos purrrrrlease.
best wishes,
Harold de Houston (^^)
Love this installment! Meowy Catsmas Raven (and Lucas!)