Catmas Eve

It's Catmas Eve! The shrimpies has been boiled, now we is just waiting to steal em. I mean, take what we're given. Heh heh.

We're all ready for Santa Paws to come. But we had a bit of a problem - those stinkin lyin spy elves! Dey wuz threatening us wif tellin Santa we wuz naughty kitties. There's nuffin naughty about a lil hissin and knockin things over. We's cats. And I didn't scratch anyone. But we took care of those elves - wif some help from our woofie sisfurs.

Two can play at the surveillance game. And since us kitties are such good climbers, we set up cameras ALL over the house. And look what we caught.

Snorting candy cane dust!

Passed out after drinking all of the rum!

Raiding the cookie jar.

Raiding momma's wallet - that money coulda been spent on cat toys! Just think of the Temptations that coulda bought . . .

Caught in flagrante delicto wif a couple of Barbies. A regular elf orgy!

And we don't even wanna know what's going on here. But I guess Elwood and Aubrey swing both ways . . .  

So Kinley had a talkin to wif em. And she made em sign off that we have all been good.

   

I'm betting this are gonna be one good Catmas! Blackmail has its benefits.

A very meowy Catmas, from our home to yours!!