Current mood:

mischievous

Belated Xmas, by Raistlin
So, this holiday season was fairly quiet. Mom and the Bald One did not abandon us as rumored, so it seems all our whining went to good use. Must use this tactic more. Much paper and ribbon to frolic in and fight with, which is always a good gift, in my opinion. Today a few boxes arrived from the one who calles herself "Grandma" and gives us yarn to chase. She is obviously of excellent taste when it comes to cat gifts. However, of the three, one box is decidedly larger than the other two. As I am the more intelligent and obviously superior brother, there is no question that it was intended for me. However, my bother seems to believe in the "size matters" rule, and believes that the enormous box is intended for his equally enormous posterior. I shall have to dissuade him from this particular illusion, although it is not easy with these rubber claw-protectors Mom has recently installed. Vile wench. Excuse me while I have... ah, words with my sibling.