I wonder if cat mothers when asked by their kittens to tell them a story ever tell that of Christmas - the time when humans put up trees and decorate their houses with the most fabulous cat toys only to yell at innocent kitties who want to do what they were born for. Why can't they tap those dangly ornaments or bite into a ball chain to pull on it a little? Why shouldn't they climb the tree and say hello to the angel on top? Or fairy or star or whatever, those are just details.
Even worse, there are those humans who think it's okay for them to stop at nothing and dress up their feline overlords. Santa hats, fake fur stoles, coats, scarves, antlers and more!
You don't believe me? Just wait, I got proof. Heartbreaking, isn't it?
And those who escaped the dressing up madness have obviously been tortured by those delicious and fun looking ornaments.
It's all here, the surprised and the hateful looks, the incredulous ones and the ones that say "sleep with one eye open tonight, human".
Well, and then of course there is Oliver. Oliver is not taking no for an answer. Oliver owns Christmas, Oliver owns that tree. And the next one and the one after that. He's the master and I bow to him.
A huge thank you to my friends from My Cat Hates You and my sister for the great pictures!!