|Santa Paw's favorite reindeer - Zoe, the large fluffy one|
And Santa Paws!
You do believe in Santa Paws don't you?
Certainly, you must. I mean who else do you think leaves all those great presents under the tree?
No, no, not the random hacked up fur ball, I mean real presents.
For us. And you. And yes, even you!
Cat snacks, catnip mousies, warm fluffy blankets, dog bones and chew toys! Oh my whiskers are curling with excitement!
|Crickett - watching and waiting for Santa Paws|
So be good? Until Christmas morning?!?!
Don't panic. I'm here to let you in on a little known secret. No worries, you need only be very good for a short time. Really. Not long at all. C'mon, Santa is old and you've dealt with those ancient ones, right? Don't forget, anyone older than yourself....need a hint? Look around the house. I'll wait for you. Go on...go take a look.
You didn't have to go far did you? By definition there are probably a few old and oldER humans wandering around the house. Yep, anyone at all older than yourself is old!
You may have found someone sitting reading a book or watching television. Taking a bath or doing the laundry. Fixing dinner or maybe they are just standing. You know that sudden stop thing that oldER people do.
They walk into a room and then stand there.
Just stand there. I've seen cows who move more. And you can tell that the thought process that brought them to that standing spot left kept on going without them to an undisclosed location. So they stand there some more. Eventually, it may return. Maybe.
It's just something that happens when you get oldER.
So back to the point I was trying to make....think on this.....Santa has been around forever. I mean really. Ask the oldest purrson you know if they know about Santa. Chances are even if they are 105, they know who Santa is. How's that for forever?!?
Yes, Santa is old. Probably ancient. And I'm certain his memory on who was good and who was bad probably won't last beyond the end of this month. I mean c'mon he's probably already exhausted cleaning out the reindeer stalls. Heck, if it's like "hers", by the end of the day, her memory can usually be found at the bottom of no where land. Last train. Last stop. Train service resumes tomorrow at 11 a.m. After morning tea.
So I ask you, just how hard could it be to be purrfectly angelic? For a short time? Purrsonally, I can be a good boy for a day or maybe even a week. But, here's the really good news...
Top secret stuff....you don't even have to be good until a week or two before Christmas. That's right - you still have time for a few more 'bad boy' and 'no, no, no' days! And that's just to be sure that Santa Paws will have forgotten that you ate your sis-fur's food before she did or any other happy day moment occurrence.
|Matilda, four months old and dreaming of Santa Paws|