It seems almost seasonal that the domicile becomes bedecked in fake plants, paper, and ribbons. What drives this seemingly urgent necessity to spiff up the place is totally beyond me. I can't help but be amused by the humans at this point. They seem avidly attent, yet amusingly inept, at wrapping bits of paper about boxes. Why wrap a box when you don't know what's inside? What is inside!
I find the youngest human's practice of placing clear sticky bits of slippery paper stuff (something he calls "tape") on the bottoms of my feet. How am I supposed to be able to walk when I can't feel the floor! I do not find it amusing to slide across the floor like its ice. When the ribbon gets tied to the tail, that is absolutely it. I go upstairs and rebuff their discourteous behavior.
I've already availed myself of furballing the slave's bedroom rug. He was quite touched by my gift, he actually cried, he was so moved.
Posted by Sierra at December 11, 2004 07:21 PM