The Otis Feed
Santa Paws
Twas the week before Christmas, and this time of year I’m a kitten at heart; when Santa Paws Comes to Town and fills my paw-printed stocking with treats and perhaps a little catnip furr yours truly. I’m starting to get a Holly Jolly feeling that one week furrom today my Halls will be Decked with empty boxes fur me to explore, shreds of festive wrapping paper to run through, bows and ribbons to floss with, and a wonderland of turkey to gorge on.
You can bet on Christmas Eve I’ll be nestled all snug under my tree, like the good kitty I’ve been all year, with one ear perked, listening furr the pitter-patter of Rudolph and the rest of the reindeer gang, waiting for Santa Paws to grace me with his presence, and maybe share a bit of that milk.
May you all have a very Meowy Christmas!