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.
But I think I’m in one, too!
Those car alarms don’t just drive cats crazy. They can drive a human crazy as well. I hate noise. I have quite a bit in common with cats.
The cat I used to have usually wasn’t scared of thunder because he was used to it. But once there was a particularly loud thunder, and he complained and hid under the sofa.
This kitten looks a bit like the one I have now. Except mine has a white triangle that ends sharply between her eyes and a black patch on the back.
Oh, I do NOT like thunder….I’m with you, crazy cat.
Oh no, Loulou! Car alarms? How are you gonna know when the real Santa Paws is here??
I think maybe he has a sleigh alarm and the bells will be louder?
anyone could make that mistake. You should not feel embarrassed. We are not likely to hear sleigh bells at any time here.
Well, I did feel bit silly though. Where are you?
do re me FA so LA ti do! Do not worry Loulou … for soon they will be real bells a-ringing!
AH, will I hear them, I hope?I snooze so deeply.
Oh, Loulou, that looks like one huge belly laugh in that last photo!!! Are you practicing your heaux, heaux, heaux? You’ll charm Sandy Claws into giving you more nip and goodies for sure when he sees this!!! I know, because when i give papa my wrinkle-nose smile, I get whatever i want!! GO Girl – make your list and check it twice – oops is there something in that song about naughty? Well, guess we’d better just work on our smiles and belly laughs!!!
Naughty is the operative word here for you and me, Mya. Wrinke nose does help howver…or batting one’s eyes.
Sorry LouLou, you need ear plugs 🙂
Hey, great idea!! Do they make them big enough for kitties?
That’s a great foto LouLou. Nopawdy’s in a tizzy in our house. At least over Christmas. MOL Mommy’s been busy fur sure. We do luv the lights of Christmas and the wonderful story of Jesus’ birth. But car alarms and sleighbells aren’t really our thing. MOL Hey, ya’ know you can watch the big guy make his rounds on da catputer, don’t ya’? Big hugs
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
WHAT WHAT WHAT? ON THE COMPUTER?????? HOW?
Sleigh bell car alarms? That’s different. No wonder you were confused. Mr. Paws and Claws is probably working himself to exhaustion about now.
Join the Club! My Mom lives in “Tizzy Land” Love, Cody
Around here most of the car alarms just honk the horn. At least sleigh bells would be a pleasant alternative. You do look a little tizzied, though. Will you be helping Mama wrap presents?
Oh, yes. I’m right in there, cutting and taping and writing to and from on things. I think.
Merry Christmas, LouLou.
I think of you often and know that such a sweet girl will get all that she wants from Santa Claus/Paws.
Love,
Sandra
Sandra, we think of you every day when I lie on the embroidered sheet–the one on which you wanted me to lie and take a pic!!! LONG ago. Bonne fete to you.