I'm just gonna hang out here on this chair until Santa Paws shows up.
Huh? That's how long?
Oh well, I guess we need a new poem. You know the one that goes:
Twas two days afur Christymouse, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. Well, he better not be 'cuz mom bean would sure be unhappy with us kitties.
What? There's more to that poem? Well, not for me 'cuz it's nap time.
Have a great Tuxie Tuesday efurrybody!