A Cat's Christmas

Those of you who know me well know that I used to be a cat-hater. Until, of course, my own little furry friends found their way into my life. Now, I cannot imagine life without these beasts. Even now as I type this, they are chasing each other around the house. One will hide in a very predictable hiding spot and pounce on the other when he gets near. Then the race around the house on the wood floors. No, they are not de-clawed, so yes - it is really loud.

Anyhow, my little guys got stockings again this year. Heidi was saying how her dog, Sam, could go and get her own stocking and get the treats out of it when told to. I admitted that my cats were not the clever. BUT....Christmas Eve, I put their presents in their stockings. They each got a creature with cat nip in it and another fuzzy mouse. Later in the evening, I walked into the living room and the cats were playing on the floor with their new toys - both stockings laying on the floor as well.

"Who gave the cat's their stockings?" I cried, disappointed that I missed it. No one did! Those guys sniffed out that cat nip and got those stockings down themselves. AND, on top of it all, they each got their OWN stocking! I'd like to think they are just super smart.

And here is Fallujah enjoying the Christmas decorations: