Gee, thanks Santa!
People says Santa (who's Santa?) came early. HMPH!
But I feel better now about my 'present' that this Santa guy dropped off five days ago. It took me three days to stop hissing and growling at it. Can you guess what I got for Christmas?
It took two more days before I would play with my Christmas present.
But I did, I am, I will. Have you guessed yet?
It needs a name.
People keeps asking me what it's name is, but she doesn't listen, so People will have to work really hard to come up with our kitten's real name by Christmas.
But I still think Santa should have brought the kitten In, instead of dropping him off in the front yard at O Dark Thirty on a cold, wet, and windy North Georgia morning. (Maybe I don't like this Santa, after all, if he thinks it is OK to drop off Christmas presents that are teeny tiny little black and white kittens with their tails two thirds cut off-that's right, this little guy came with a stub!)
People brought him in, chucked him in the bathroom, left him some of my food and water, and my baby litter box. (HMPHH!).I was NOT happy!
She told me he was just wandering around the front yard squalling at the top of his lungs (I knew that-I'd been listening to the brat for two hours at least!) and she couldn't leave him out there alone at 0500, could she? I was not happy!
This little guy squalled all day while while People was gone. I was not happy.
People came home from hunting and told me that she would find him a home, honest. I was NOT happy!
She put him in my damn carrier for the night. I was not happy!
I was not happy the next day, or night. People said she was having a little trouble finding someone to take him. I was kinda surprised, 'cuz he is pretty cute.
I got kinda curious the third day, and I talked to him. He said he had peoples, but they thought kittens should be Out, and they weren't very nice, 'coz they stepped on his tail, and it fell off, but they still put him Out.
People said that she heard from one of the neighbours that the other neighbours up the hill on the other side had a kitten go missing that had lost his tail as a really little kitten after they stepped on it. They put it Out when the bleeding stopped. They said they don't want him back, if he is still alive. They think a wolf got him.
I know those peoples, they aren't very nice to cats. So I think I know Kitten's mom. She isn't too bad, but she and I fought alot when I was still Out, mostly for food. Especially after People started putting food out for me. Well, all the cats, but I decided it was for me. While I was still Out.
OK, so last night I decided I might like the kitten after all.
Today People let him out of the damn carrier.
And we've been playing ever since. He doesn't understand that I need naps, and he doesn't take naps (??!), so People took him on her lap while I blog.
But I am done blogging about my Christmas present-Gotta Go, I've got a Kitten to name!
And teach to use the litter box, and not get on Mozart's sofa, or in Mozart's special toys-but I did take him one toy to play with last night, that's how People knew it might be safe to let him out of the damn carrier. I gotta teach him all kinds of things!
I, Mozart, am now Uncle Mozart!