Christmas Wrapped-Up

So how was Christmas at the home of the Empress, you ask? Just fabulous, thanks very much! Santa filled most of my requests (I guess the monkey's on order for next year), and Zephyr and I have enjoyed playing with our many new mousies and the big spider on the string with bells at the ends of its legs. We also received some nice treats and I managed to sample some delectable goat cheese over the weekend. Simply divine!

Our big present was a leopard-print kitty cave, a black-lined tunnel that's soft and comfy and just the right size to hide or rest in. We've been enjoying it at those times when we need to escape from the hustle and bustle of daily life, if only for a moment.

I had a shock a couple days ago when I heard some horrifying sounds that made me think somebody was torturing poor Zephyr. I ran into the living room only to see The Can Opener had commenced learning to play the guitar he received for Christmas. Something tells me that things are going to get much worse before they get better, when it comes to that lousy thing.

Christmas is long over, but Zephyr still enjoys laying under the tree. He's going to miss it when it's gone. Not me, though. When the tree's disposed of, he can go back to being his usual unphotogenic self, and I can once again assume my position as the cat that gets photographed the most.

Waiting for Santa

Uh-Oh

This is us enjoying the warmth of the fire and the glow of the Christmas tree last night. The Grandma is here and she didn't bring Belle and Oscar and we're very glad for that. We can hardly wait for Christmas! I've been SO VERY GOOD that I know Santa will be extra good to me this year...

Zephyr hasn't been so good. Last night after the peeps and I went to bed Zeph stayed up and undecorated the bottom half of the Christmas tree. The garland went all the way to the front door and there were FIVE ornaments off the tree, including some very breakable ones! He chewed the plastic hanger off of one of the ornaments and we're assuming he ate it. I think I need to amend my letter to Santa after this...
















Dearest Santa,

As you know I have been a FABULOUS kitty this year and am looking forward to some fine presents from you tomorrow. I just wanted to let you know that IT WASN'T ME! I was snuggling with the girl in bed while all that tree undecorating was going on. I would like some gourmet wet food ('cause I deserve it), some kitty treats, a mousie with a tail, something leopard-print, a tiny monkey and anything else a great cat like me deserves. With Zephyr, use your own judgment...

You're the best, Santa.

Lots of Sandpaper Kisses,
Musette

What a GREAT idea!

The Can Opener brought this home from a Christmas party and I SO WANT TO DO THIS!!! The peeps don't think it's a good idea, but I can't wait! If you can't read the package, here's what it says...

"To our friends,

The people of Scandinavia traditionally feed
the birds on Christmas Day to
ensure good luck throughout the coming year.
Spread this seed on your doorstep
Christmas Morning for New Year's good
luck!"

Maybe I'm Scandinavian and didn't even know it! I can't wait until all kinds of sweet feathered friends are congregating on our doorstep Christmas morning to eat the birdseed! What a great present for me that will be and it will bring me luck, too!

My Christmas Gift To You

Many a PHD thesis has been written on the greatness of The Jingle Cats, and I don't have anything new to add to the discourse. So here's a song from their sophomore album that encapsulates The Jingle Cats at their best. "Here Comes Santa Claus" is a jaunty tune that avoids the maudlin sentimentality of the few mediocre songs in the Jingle Cats oeuvre. It even has a verse or two of "Dreidel Dreidel Dreidel" in the middle! Why? I don't know! I do know that I would prefer that that part wasn't sung by a dog. Jerk probably strong-armed his way into the studio. But it's still a classic tune.

Click here to listen to Jingle Cats - Here Comes Santa Claus.mp3 (or right-click to Save)

No Catnip Necessary

This is what the Christmas lights look like if you run by them VERY VERY VERY fast.

The Tree

Zephyr can't wait to help decorate the Christmas tree! The peeps are going to go get it later today and we've got all the garlands and fine breakables ready to go. The fleshies always put some plastic "cat ornaments" on the bottom of the tree, but we much prefer to stretch waaaaaaaay up and bat at a glass one. We're good though - last year we didn't break a single ornament and nobody climbed the tree! Mostly we just like to alter our consciousness by sitting under the tree and watching the lights...

My Favourite Christmas Book

This has got to be one of the best Christmas books EVER and not just because it features a very lovely feline. The Door Opener likes it too, but it's my VERY FAVOURITE. We read it every year, so I hope she sends the Can Opener downstairs to find that box of Christmas books soon. Maybe I'll go in the living room and stare at him for awhile. Even if he doesn't know exactly what I want, it messes with his head and that's always a good time!

PSYCHIC MESSAGE TO FLESHIES: Time to read A Pussycat's Christmas and give Musette some tuna juice...

What cat wouldn't want these?

I guess it's time to start working on my Christmas list. I wonder if I should add "monkey that can fit in a teacup" to my list? I'd love my very own monkey! I hear they're delicious.

A pet dog, on the other hand, would be very handy to have around the house. I could order him to do all the things I don't feel like doing. Sometimes it seems I'm giving judgemental looks 24 hours a day. If there's a dog that can be trained to give judgemental looks, then I deserve to own that dog. Think of how much time I could devote to my other projects!

Maybe I'll send away the coupon from this ad. I'm sure there's no catch.

Admire Me! Adore Me!

18 days, 4 hours and 29 minutes to go...

It's starting to look a lot like Christmas here at Maison Musette! We cats have been so helpful with all the decorating and of course we've been working on our letters to Santa. I've been EXTRAORDINARILY good this year, so I know I'm going to get some fabulous presents. I'm trying my best not to growl or whine or hiss or give judgmental looks, and believe me, with the chumps I live with this is HARD. But it will all be worth it on Christmas morning when my stocking is filled with all the things that bring me joy...

We're Not Dumb

This is what is happening outside. Snow! Can you believe it. I'm thoroughly disgusted and having nothing to do with it. Grotesque and completely uncalled for. I MAY live in Canada, but that doesn't mean we live in one of those barbaric climates where there is SNOW in Winter. The most I usually have to put up with is rain. A little snow on Christmas is nice (23 days, 9 hours and 52 minutes!) but on December 1st I expect something better. But Zeph and I aren't dumb (well, Zephyr IS dumb, but not about this) and we're staying close to the fire today and I'm not even asking to go out. Isn't Zephyr flexible? Sometimes we think he has no bones. He's so soft and squishy and he can really stretch when he needs to. Hope you all are warm wherever you are!