What’s this? Be careful mom don’t drop it, A humongous parcel and you say it’s for us. Then really be careful, watch out for my nanner. Don’t trip over it.
Step aside Tyebe or mom will trip over you.
Who’s it from mom?It’s from your Secret Santa on the blogosphere! Seems the presents are for Shoko, Tyebe and Budd. Well, I’ll be plastered with nip! You got goodies too, mom. You’re right, Shoko! I’m pretty lucky. Why is Santa a secret?Probably because he doesn’t want little furries bugging him to see if they can open their presents sooner than Christmas Day. How’d you know that was what I wanted to do? Just a hunch.
This is also Thankful Thursday at Brian’s Home so click on the badge and visit the crew over there. We are so thankful that our Secret Santa sent us such lovely looking gifts.
I love the box and promise to share.
I can’t believe these presents are for me too. I’ve not had a Christmas gift since I was a young’un. Christmas Day is just like any other day on the streets. Let’s see how he’ll handle Christmas this year.
We will post after Christmas when we open these wonderful gifts and thank our Secret Santa by name.
TYEBE…..ROYAL BLUE SHOKO…..BLACK BUDD……SEASICK GREEN MOM…….MAROON
No…I don’t want to go! Take Shoko instead. I was dreaming of my boyfriend Buddy Budd from the blog Timmy’s Commentary. His fur is so shiny and soft. He makes me feel like a kitten. *sigh* No!….Mom did anyone tell you how rude you can be? I feel great…..see my leg even moves well. Dang….you just keep insisting…
This car sways too much. I’m being reminded of my ancestors in Thailand while they worked on the boats. It was very hard work but their singing eased the burden. ♫Mew, mew meeeewwww……meeeoooooowww♫
That was a quick trip….guess my ancestors were right and singing eases trying times.
If I shut my eyes she can’t see me…that’s what Shoko says. I’ll try it and hide my face for good measure.It didn’t work, she’s poking me!! Get your stubby little fingers away from my dainty bod. I weigh how much? I’ve lost a pound? Whoopee! Just like a real model….I’m skinny. I’d like to thank all the peeps involved in my weight loss….thank you mom for serving small portions and food I wouldn’t touch with a dead mouse. You are the prime peep responsible. She’s saying this is bad? No it isn’t. A pound is like 10 pounds for a peep? I promise I won’t lose more…please…please don’t put me on some disgusting diet. Whoa, that was close and no pukey food to gain weight. All else is good with me. See, I told ya mom.