I’m dreaming of a white Christmuzzle, just like the muzzles I used to know…la la la…
Actually I have not really known many muzzles but this Christmuzzle promises to be short and sweet. The best kind, if you ask me.
All this build up, gift-shopping, gift-wrapping, gift-giving, paper-ripping, ribbon-ravelling, and what for, I ask you? You go to the window, you see your Ferarri, and that’s it! Finito. Ready for New Ear’s. Typo. Year’s.
Or you put on your diamond-studded automatic-release kitty collar (in my dreams) that has a tiny built-in computer that calculates exactly what time your anthro should feed you LOTS of kibble and automatically gives him/her a memorable SHOCK when he/she snuggles behind your ears. That’s it.
Like the Texas Rangers–one kitty, one prezzy, but a BIG one. Maybe an air-conditioned kitty cabana for the beach, not that we’d go there, but still…
Okay, let’s bring it down. That guy in red hears everything. Let’s settle for a couple of tummy rubs and a very small helping of great kibble or a little dish of egg nog, minus the nog, whatever that is.
Hey, I’m easy.
I just want it OVER!!!
HEY, WAIT A MINUTE. THIS IS TAKING MY SUGGESTIONS WAY TOO LITERALLY!
don’t wish Christmas away LouLou! I bet your family has surprises for you!!
Be careful what you ask for, Loulou!
Uh, oh, I’ll take heed.
Gees, LouLou – you just HAVE to learn how to relax ..
Oh, Granny Ros, I know you could teach me if I were in Maui!!! Wish we could see you.
You know how much I want o blow a big Raspberry on your tummy? I did give one to yourMama for you – I do hope she shared it ..??
Oh, Grandma Ros, she did such a nice raspberry. Scared the devil out of me. Maybe no sound effects next time…just a tummy snuggle.