The Otis Feed

Furrst, I want to start off by thanking each and evfurry one of you who DM’d (direct meow’d) Mom and commented last week on my recent diagnosis. Please know Mom and I feel comfurrted by your outpouring support. And I’ve been a really good man (so far) taking my medicine. But not to worry, I’ll be sure to keep you updated on my health.

Phew, what I week it has been so far. With only a pawful more sleeps befurr Santa Paws comes, Mom and Dad have been wrapping machines. Curiosity got the best of me; I was really hoping to sneak a peek at my purresents by trying to lend a helping paw. I failed miserably. I quickly got distracted by all the ribbon to floss my teefers with, shiny bows to bat around, wrapping paper to lay on, boxes to jump in, and tape sticking to my pity-paws. I wonder if Rudolph and the gang help Santa Paws wrap all the gifts he has to deliver?

Speaking on Santa Paws – I totally furrgot to mention he left Ellie and me a letter last week! Reminding us he can see us when we’re sleeping, when we’re awake, and to be on our very best behavior so he can visit. Apparently his elves have been working very hard to make some of the toys that are on our wishlist. Paws crossed I get catnip mousies!

Pur usual, Mom will make sure the house looks like it came out of a Christmas Hallmark movie fur Santa to come. As fur me? I am going to do my best to keep my peepers open Christmas Eve night. It’s been thirteen years of not catching a glimpse of Santa Paws. I’m determined to make it happen this year!

Meowy Christmas to you all!