Look at what I got. This thing I’m sitting on.
I got a new bed for my dog jail.
Nothing like sprucing up your jail.
I would rather have had something taken away than something new for my dog jail.
Like maybe the locks on my dog jail door. I could easily do without those.
But that wasn’t all that happened to me on Christmas.
I was tormented by cats besides.
First Scratchy tried to steal all my presents.
Scratchy, those are my presents!
Then my younger person ignored me because he was reading a book about a cat.
He’s not even reading about a fun, playful cat. He’s reading about Grumpy Cat.
Fine. I’ll grump on his Christmas.
But to make things even worse I had to stop chewing on my new antler to pose for a picture.
Well, at least I did get a frog for Christmas.
A frog and an antler.
But wait a minute.
Where’s my treats?
I thought I was getting treats for Christmas.
Do you believe it!?
I have to dig my treats out of this ball.
I hope you all had a better Christmas than I did.