Wednesday, January 4, 2017

New Year’s Blues

by Quincy
from the FAT CAT mystery series by Janet Cantrell

I know some of you think domesticated cats have easy lives. (If there is such a thing as a completely domesticated cat—I think that term refers to dogs.) We live in warm houses and have soft places to sleep. We get plenty to eat, too much in many cases.

It’s not all catnip and scratching posts, though. I got some very nice gifts for the holidays. Lots of ribbons and paper and a few boxes. There were things in the boxes, but I discarded them.

But it ended! After Christmas was over, the tree was taken down, the pretty lights went away, and there were no more wrapped boxes to claw open. Very disappointing.

Here’s a word of advice from me to you humans: Once you start something like this, you should never stop. I wonder how long it will be until the next day of gifts. You could at least keep the eggnog going.

What’s that? I smell something from the kitchen. Smells like more turkey. Maybe there’s hope. I’ll go check it out.

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