I've discovered a new game in the afternoons when I'm bored - playing with Binga's tail. She hardly ever says anything when I do this - she must not mind very much.

The month had barely started when my human's car died. The transmission exploded, and she had to have it towed across town. Then she had to buy another car. This bummed me out - not because the car died. I hate the car. I figured that it meant no cat tree for us this year. When my human came back from the car place (she got her car from Enterprise Car Sales), she returned with what she thought would be fun toys for us.

Fun toys - ha! They were dumb toys. Really lame. The car couldn't hold my interest for even a split second. I didn't bother with the ball - my human couldn't even blow it up properly.

Christmas gifts eventually began arriving for my human and her boyfriend. We were fascinated by one big box and couldn't wait for them to open it. It turned out to be a big basket of fruit.

This was also lame - no sausages or meat of any kind. I blame this on my human's boyfriend - he's a vegetarian and it was from his older brother and his wife.

It was shaping up to be the worst Christmas ever! My human came home with stupid pet hats that she expected us cats to wear. She grabbed Binga and tied the Santa hat on her. I sniffed at it, but she couldn't get it on me - I'm too fast.

Boodie put her paw down - right on the hat. She wasn't going to wear it either.

Embarrassed and humiliated by the whole ritual, Binga proceeded to take her aggressions out on the Santa hat.

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