Purrkins might not be the best candidate. |
What if my Cat was in Charge of Christmas?
Cats, we love them, but let's face it, they have attitude. Lots of attitude.
The first thing Cat would do would be to change the name from Christmas to Catmas. Cat's were worshipped by the Egyptions, and quite frankly, they don't understand why it would be any different now. Christmas should be all about cats. During Catmas, it would be mandatory for each household to decorate at least two full size Christmas Trees, preferably more. These trees should be covered in lots of fun, dangly ornaments, ready to be batted off any time. Boughs are spaced out in a manner that makes climbing easy and accessible. Tinsel will be prevalent, but not so much so that it impedes progress up the tree trunk for the prize at the top. Trees will also be wobbly enough to be knocked over, but not too wobbly - these things shouldn't come easily.
Do you like my beard |
Cat Santa would be the bearer of these hairballs, as he grooms his long beard and fur trimmings on his suit and hat. He would descend the chimney with great aplomb, always landing on his feet. On the odd occasion that his landing did not go completely to plan, he would jump up quickly, look around to make sure no one saw, and have a quick groom to reassure himself. Cat Santa is nothing if not cool, and must maintain this image.
The traditional milk and cookies are welcomed by Cat Santa. He would save the milk for last as it is his favourite, and kindly knock the glass to the ground when he is finished. Again, a little grooming session would be his reward for all of his hard work.
Clawde would make an excellent Santa. |
Dogmas would be a very special time of year. If you thought Santa loved you, Dog Santa would love you one hundred percent more. He'd scramble down the chimney making an awful noise, while ensuring that as much soot as possible was caught up in his fur, before shaking it off on the hearth, coating everything in a black dust. He would be torn whether to go for the cookies and milk first or to bound into the bedroom to greet you (which, strictly speaking, goes against the Santa Policy of never being caught in the house). Of course, the cookies would win, and Dog Santa would heartily gulp down the cookies before slurping the milk, making a terrible mess and keeping just a bit of it for later on his beard.
Happy Santa! |
A quick trot back to the living room to chew on the corners of the gifts and maybe water the on the tree to make sure that everyone knew he was there. After all, trees have a special place in a dog's heart.
Shopping Centre Dog Santa would be much more of a hit than Cat Santa. Everyone would get lots of kisses, and Dog Santa would spend a lot of his time on his back getting belly rubs. While he would tell all of the girls and boys that they were good, in the back of his mind he would always need reassurance that HE was the good boy.
Manu is a good Christmas boy. |
So Meowy Christmas from Cat Santa, and have a Barky New Year from Dog Santa!
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