Posted by on Dec 15, 2017 | 20 comments

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Well, I am so, so frustrated that I just feel like rabbit-kicking this bed cover to kingdom come, wherever that is.

You know why?  Because every day, and I mean EVERY day, outside our apartment, I hear what I am SURE are sleigh bells…chuh, chuh, chuh, as if they are being shaken in a perfect rhythm by you know who. IN FACT, THERE THEY GO AGAIN!!! AS I AM TRYING TO WRITE!!!

Oh, they went away.  Hmmm…where do they GO?

Well, so I went in to ask papa what the heck is going on and what are those daily little chuh, chuh, chuhs that sound as if Mr. Paws, Claws, whatever, has gotten lost and screwed up on his calendar because clearly it is NOT the 24 of December or the night before anything as far as I can tell.

And papa looked at me sort of puzzled and said, “LOULOU, YOU ARE ONE FUNNY KITTY.”

“Oh, yeah, papa, and just why is that?” I asked sweetly.

“Because, Loulou, that’s not Mr. Paws or Claws or whoever it is you think it is—THAT’S A CAR ALARM FROM ONE OF THE MANY THAT GO OFF IN THIS CITY ALL DAY LONG, HAHA.  But I have to admit, it DOES sound a bit like sleigh bells.”

I slunk (slinked?) off to my lair under the bed, feeling a bit sheepish.  Hey, it’s not that I WANTED it to be Mr. Paws, Claws, Maws, whatever.

I happen to have NO interest whatsoever in this silly season that gets every anthro around me in a tizzy.  Whatever that is.

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But I think I’m in one, too!