C'mon bitch ... leave

I know Mommy bought me Christmas presents yesterday. I think she's hiding them in the hall closet. I need for her to get her funky ass out of the shower and on her way to work so I can start snooping. Oh, goody, presents for me, what can it be? I hope that it involves food. Or toys. I can eat both, no biggie. :) I'm certain that whatever I am getting will be yummy and that I will poop it out immediately upon consumption.

Mommy also got me a kitty bed. How do I know this? Because she just ordered it from Collections Etc., and I was lookin' over her shoulder from my cozy post on her bed (although I pretended to be snoozin' in the sweater she's gonna wear today). It's all black wrought-iron with a kitty head at the top and little fishes around the base. Woo hoo! Although, I am perfectly content sleeping on Mommy. Last night, she fell asleep on the couch again, watching the lights on our pretty tree, and I hopped up on her and fell asleep myself. But then the front door opened and I got scared and ran for the hills, but that was only Aunt Tiff coming home. But my slumber was disturbed, and damn it, I was pissed. Perhaps with the new kitty bed, which I hope not to cave in with my fat furry ass, I will be undisturbed during future naps.

However, in good kitty news, I got fresh litter last night, and for that, I am most pleased. And Mommy gave me good food too, none of that dry shit that she throws my way when she's in a hurry to go meet her friends.

I was really hoping for an iBook for Christmas, but we's po' right now. I hate using the iMac, 'cause it is difficult for me to reach the keyboard from the computer chair. With a laptop, I would be able to maintain my fabulous website from the comfort of my soon-to-arrive kitty bed. Perhaps I will sleep on Mommy's head tonight and put that thought into her brain by ass-mosis.