Elves on the Naughty List

So we has some naughty elves living here. And no, I'm not talking about Bonham - dat lil guy are too sweet to be on da naughty list.

I'm not even talking about Bowie who, well, has a habit of knocking over most everything he can. Let's just say he's into minimalist decorating and he are living in a maximalist house. MOL. And no, I'm not talking about Angelique and what she did to my momma's bath mat.

I'm talking about those pesky shelf elves, Aubrey McTwinkle and Elwood O'Jingle. Some cats woulda buried these guys in da litter box years ago, but we worked out a deal wif em. The dogs try to take credit, but I was the mastermind behind our Christmas code of Omertà here. Dem elves give us a good report to da Santa Paws and we keep quiet about dere shenanigans.

Like present peeking. And we know they were looking just to see if it was anything THEY wanted.

So that's how them cookies are disappearing so fast.

Well, I guess that's ONE way to make shure nobody else wants to eat dat cookie.

Aubrey got caught trying to peek something else at Barbie's Christmas party. She said no upskirts and called Ken to come beat him up . . . 

So Aubrey and Elwood decided to pay for their pleasure instead.

Guess they are into brunettes dis year. But da shelf elves didn't stop their partyin there.

Aubrey seems to go for powder.

Guess Elwood prefers rock.

Of course da momma's liquor cabinet got raided.

We found em like this multiple mornings - all dat partyin can wear an elf out I guess.

So yeah, they might be naughty elves, but since we got da evidence, Santa is gonna hear about four very good kitties. MOL, those elves are not too bad I guess.