Holiday greetings, friends!
This time of year, some humans dress their pets.
Not my thing. I don't mean dressing my thing, I mean, it's just not appealing to this hefty, furry mancat in all of his Coon Cat glory and holiness. I think I've made my point, although it does sound kinda full of myself.
This is the most I'll do and it's grudgingly.
No jingle bells, red felt trousers, black belt....wait a minute, maybe having a black belt wouldn't be so bad...I'm thinking karate..*high kick with hind paws*
Anyhoo, we're busy here getting ready for the big day. The housekeeper took another job and I've been sorely neglected. She's tired, cranky and isn't loving me up the way she usually does.
What can you do to make me smile? I'll take cyber kisses and hugs!
Lackin' in lovin',
PS - Tabbies o troutowne - Sounds like Daisy's just like Bridget, so you can feel my pain, haha!!