Just finished wrapping gifts for the family. It's 7am. Awesome.
This is the first December in memory that I haven't spent fishing a cat out of our Christmas tree. It's because my family has a bad history with pets and
killed lost the last one too recently to have replaced her in time. Over the years I've become increasingly angry with my father and my sister for being so horrible at keeping their pets alive; this year I'm just sad. As annoying as a destructive, untrained, unsupervised animal with claws can be, it's really hard to be mad at a cat in a Christmas tree.
[disclaimer: not my cat, found in this wonderful place]The letter I wrote up for next year:
Dear Santa,
All I want for Christmas is for my family to stop inadvertently putting animals in mortal peril.
And now some more cats.
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