Monday, December 1, 2014

Attack of the 3-Legged-Cat

We set up our Christmas tree, and our Nativity scene, complete with toy store, a downed polar bear, a train, and a blanket of fake snow.

Biscuits has never jumped onto this table. She doesn't jump much, since she is shaped like a tripod. But, there has never been a blanket of fake snow on the table.

Biscuits thinks about the real meaning of Christmas.

She contemplates stealing the baby Jesus out of his manger. No Biscuits! Don't do it!

She decides to lay down on a railroad car instead.
Biscuits settles in for the long, cold, bone shattering, winter. Secure in the knowledge that she is queen of her own village.

Get off my lawn.

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