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It’s My Cubby

This is Scratchy here. Bongo and I were having a slight disagreement and I won, so I get to write on his blog today. All I was doing was trying to find a good hidey place – somewhere that I could have some peace and quiet. Somewhere where Bongo wouldn’t bug me.

So what does Bongo do? He’s totally jealous that I found this little cubby that I can fit into. Much too small for Bongo, but perfect for me. So he starts harassing me.

I know all of you who read Bongo’s blog think he’s some kind of perfect dog or something, but believe me he isn’t. Oh, the stories I could tell about him. After all, I’m just a poor little innocent kitty, and Bongo tried to chase me out of my cubby.

Well, I’ll get him this time. I’ve found the perfect place. It’s a good thing it’s Christmas time because for some reason my people only give me this place for a short time every year. And you know why it’s so perfect? Because Bongo gets yelled at if he tries to get back here.

Can You See Me?

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Posted by Bongo on December 22, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Christmas, Christmas tree, Pets, Scratchy

Under the Tree

19 Dec

Around Christmastime my person receives large cardboard boxes in the mail from her sister and brother. The boxes are filled with smaller boxes wrapped in brightly colored paper – mostly red and green. My person used to put the smaller boxes under the Christmas tree and leave them there until Christmas Day.

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Sometimes my people would visit their family when it wasn’t Christmas. On the way between my person’s parent’s house and her sister’s house is a candy store and my person would stop there and buy malt balls for her sister. Then my person’s sister discovered that a grocery store near her house had very good malt balls, so when my people visited her she would have malt balls for my younger person.

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It was my first Christmas at my house, there were presents under the tree, and Scratchy and I were the only ones home – and something under the tree smelled very good. So I sniffed around and found which package that smell came from.

It didn’t take much to tear into that package and the contents tasted extra special. Don’t worry younger person, I left you the malt ball wrapper.

I’m not sure why, but my person never leaves brightly colored boxes under the Christmas tree anymore.