Today is Snoop’s Birthday and the Elves are throwing a party, though they don’t want anyone to know it is they, so they have disguised themselves as penguins. What a party!!!! There are Elves everywhere dancing up a storm. They are oblivious to the world and having a blast.
Snoop has been watching them with interest and although they look like birds they have no worries because they have two things in their favor… one he has no teeth left, two even if he did he wouldn’t consider them as food because none come with a pate label. Yep, no chunks for this pussycat, first class all the way. Also, incase anyone is wondering, yes, he did get the pompom off the top of the hat, as well as the ribbon, and he had a blast, the elves played with him for hours… there will be sleep in the house tonight.
Snoop has been a typical cat, he teased the dog next door, making sure to keep out of range of his chain, from the border of our property. The neighbor wanted to know if he was still with us because she hadn’t see him this year. The birds are still dive-bombing him, he is still ignoring them, he couldn’t be bothered with mere barn swallows… it is wrens he likes. He also gives them to me in one piece, unharmed, yup, our Snoop doesn’t like hurting things, birds live to fly another day so they can decorate my van. Mice? Well that is another matter, and without teeth over the last couple years my presents have been becoming grosser and grosser every time I get one. No I won’t share that, shudder.
We retired the space gun… we use to have what we called the enforcer to get him to listen. He would take off out the door and refuse to listen when we told him to come back. If little bro weren’t home I would take the space gun outside and wind it up… it made this loud noise and shot little rubber discs, nothing that would hurt. You would be surprised how fast a cat can run. It worked to keep him off the furniture too. No statue was safe in the house without it. (Still isn’t, you should see the state of my fairies.) Sigh.
He has decided to rest,there is still 6 hours before bedtime, all right perhaps there isn’t going to be sleep tonight. I can write instead of rest while he rubs himself contentedly against me, and purrs. Or, if I decide to chance it he will either cuddle close to me on the pillow beside my head and shove fur up my nose, or climb on top my chest so I can breath, or stretch out on top my hip. Hopefully I won’t roll over him again… ever see a flat pussycat? Not pretty, even if he was purring after, and no, I didn’t want to do it again.
And as it is his Birthday he decided to give everyone a present. Look under the heading…. A BIRTHDAY GIFT FROM THE SNOOP CAT