Oh, Christmas tree…
Yesterday was a very happy occasion: my birthday! Well, I’m not one for parties, but I’d like to thank my family for taking me out to dinner. We went to my favorite restaurant, the Bombay House in Provo, and it couldn’t have been better. Thanks, guys!
We returned to my house after the meal, and we started to decorate the Christmas tree, which is a family tradition to do so on my birthday, which I happen to share with my twin brother (believe me, not only is it frustrating to get gypped every year of birthday presents because it’s so close to Christmas, but I also share my birthday with my twin; it’s the present gypping double-slam).
We had so much fun putting the tree together and decorating it with our family ornaments. The only thing I worried about was our new cat, Daisy. 
You see, after the stroke of midnight, Daisy turns into werekitty; she starts to dart about the house knocking everything she can grab with her little paws onto the ground, has some insanely loud snarls from such a little cat, and claws up the walls like she’s climbing a tree.
I awoke this morning and came into the living room to do my power computing only to find all of our ornaments that we had hung the night before were decorating the floor: the werekitty had struck again.
If your bitten by the wereKitty do you then also take on her traits?
I sure hope not; I don’t like all that cat food. Yuk.
I’d think the self grooming would be the low point!
Happy birthday, bro!
the double slam gypped day bites!
that is an adoreable kitty. I have two dogs my self. crazy no?
She only looks adorable, Kirsten. Oh, if these scratches could talk…
Just kidding; she’s a very fun and affectionate cat, as long as you don’t have any chocolate on your breath, otherwise it’s over.