I asked Archy to blog for me during my nap but, apparently, he napped too. Oddly enough, he napped where I usually do - right next to Moms.
Christmas is over until next December. I was a big helperbee when Moms un-decorated the tree. She finds it odd that I am not interested in the tree, ornaments or lights. (I learned my lesson about chewing on plugged in Christmas lights when I was a tot...did you know your tongue is wet and will cause you to get elect-ro-cuuuuuted if you lick the exposed wire that you made by chewing on the green cord?) However, I am extremely interested in the boxes that everything goes in. I was very concerned that this box, which holds the Christmas lights, would be taken hostage by some evil force, so I sat in it until Moms needed it. Actually, I just wanted the box but Moms tipped it so I fell out and then re-filled it with Christmas lights (instead of cat).
Hope you and yours are nice and toasty warm by a pellet stove or the Pacific Ocean or the Ala Wai Canal.
Hope you and yours are nice and toasty warm by a pellet stove or the Pacific Ocean or the Ala Wai Canal.
Your pal, Jonathan Dangerous
PS - There have been rumors from the folks at Yale that, yesterday, Moms' belly visibly moved during a meeting and while just standing around talking to people. I do not believe it. I know about the tot but, really, it can't move. If I had ten months to just be somewhere toasty, I'd just nap. Why would the tot move? This can't be a true rumor....
1 comment:
boxes must be your idea of a hibernation cave. At least, empty ones.
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