The one really fun part of the holidays - at least as far as cats are concerned - is wrapping presents. My human wrapped a bunch of stuff for her boyfriend, including an Elvis money clip. Note the unusual tape dispenser.

But of course I didn't really care about the presents. They weren't even for me anyhow. The really good stuff was the wrapping paper and the ribbons.

I really don't understand why humans don't get this. On Christmas morning, my human and her boyfriend spent all this time unwrapping all the presents they gave each other. (Among other things, he gave her a pair of Hello Kitty car seat covers. I suppose they're meant to match the tape dispenser.)

Then my human showed us all our gifts. Some were hanging from the fireplace mantle.

Other presents were sitting under the tree. When Boodie saw them sitting there, she decided to add a little present of her own - some toy mouse she dug up from who-knows-where.

We were quite pleased with our wrapping paper packages... and then we realized that there were actually cat toys in them.

My human tried to convince us they were brought by someone called "Santa Kitty." That's really bogus, if you ask me - if there really were a "Santa Kitty," she'd bring us wrapping paper and skip the toys. Seriously. Some of the toys were okay, but others were really lame.

My least favorite toy was the "Cy-Purr Mouse." It was all electronic and annoying. And it was too big to easily bat across the room. Boodie and I were not impressed.

Binga got so bored with the whole thing that she went upstairs and took a nap. Too bad for her, 'cause that's when my human brought out the best gift - a brand new Alpine Cat Scratcher! So now we have one without the toy ripped out.

And since Binga wasn't around, Boodie got a chance to play with it without getting beaten up.

Just when I had decided that Christmas wasn't so bad after all, my human ruined it by bringing out one of her horrible "surprises."

That's right - "festive" holiday collars. I wonder if she noticed the warning on a couple of them.

Maybe not, since she proceeded to torture us with them. Binga's looked dumb, and Boodie is so fluffy you could barely see she was wearing hers.

My human gave up on Boodie completely and put hers on Binga. Binga was thoroughly offended.

I was appalled - I couldn't believe she got me yet another clown collar!

I got fed up with her attempts to make me festive and hid behind her old printer until she promised to take the hideous thing off. Geez. If I wanted to be in the circus, I'd run away and join it. So much for "happy holidays!"

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