Mom Mom is lazy, too. She claims she's been sick. She doesn't do a thing unless I arrange it. I get in the bed and roll around to leave my fur on the sheets to force her to put on clean sheets. I even have to leave little puddles around the house to make her clean the floors. What an embarrassment!
My work is never done.
Thank heavens I didn't have to rely on Mom Mom for my Christmas gifts. Santa Paws was good to me because I am a good girl.
Here is my very best gift:
I have my own couch. It is in our office, where I work on the computer when I can get it away from Mom Mom.
My couch is soft and cozy, especially on chilly days. I love curling up on it.
Santa Paws also brought me new clothes to keep me warm:
This is my fuzzy red robe. I am beautiful in it––even more beautiful than usual. Red looks nice with my black-and-white fur.
I wear my robe when Mom Mom wears her red robe and her jammies. I don't have jammies. Maybe Santa Paws will bring me jammies next Christmas. It pleases me that Mom Mom and I have matching robes. If Mom Mom has something, then I should have the same thing.
Santa Paws also gave me a denim jacket. It pleases me because Mom Mom has a denim jacket.
My jacket says "I Believe" and it has thread pieces that look like a piece of candy and a snowflake. Mom Mom does not have such nice pictures on her denim jacket.
I will not wear my clothes much longer. Soon it will be warm enough that I will be fine with just my fur.
I certainly hope Mom Mom continues to wear her clothes. She does not have lovely fur. She looks kind of strange and pink under her clothes.
Perhaps you remember that my brother Franklin got a big bed from Santa Paws. He still calls it the not-a-doughnut and won't sleep on it.
What an idiot.
That is all. Goodbye.