Vintage blankie

Dadda was tired of this old shirt, so he gave it to me.


It needs a little nudge here...


And there...


Now it's comfy! Thanks, Dadda.

Hoppy Holidays!

Well, I got a new litterbox already but Mama says now we're going to granny's (her Mama) for Christmas a couple days. Word is that I'm gonna be in my smaller cage because the big one won't fit in the car. Hrmph! Mama better get me somethin' good to make up for this. Better than being alone on Christmas I guess.

Y'all have a Merry Christmas. Happy Chanukah. Happy Kwanzaa. Blessed be during the Yule. A lovely Ramadan. However you celebrate, do it all the way! And make sure you don't eat any "leg o' lagomorph" or "rack of rabbit" during the festivities. I'd have a problem with that.

Love to Fi! Shout out to my furry peeps. Peace on Earth until the 26th.

~Simone

Reminiscing

Hay! Now that the secret paw gifts have been shipped, I'm getting excited about Christmas. Mama says she got me a present. I don't know what it could be! But here are some pics of me opening my present two years ago.









Yep, that's a Busy Bunny basket. Mama said this year she didn't order from Busy Bunny. But I'm sure she came up with somethin' cool anyway. One more week... I can't wait!

Secret paw update

The packages are in the mail! I wrapped somethin' for my secret paw. Tyler wrapped somethin' for his. And, Mama drove them to the post office an hour ago. I hope they get there by the 23rd.

Secret Paw is bunches of fun! *binkie*

Flustered bun

Hrmph! I got my Secret Paw a gift this week and wanna send it out already! But I need Mama to take it to the post office and her car is in the shop. She was dependent on other drivers to get to work and back home today, and an excursion to the post office has been out of the question.
*THUMP*
*THUMP*
*THUMP*

Tyler is having the same trouble. The car people probably will give Mama's car back by tomorrow night - if not, we're gonna go set them straight. 'Cause we wanna send out some presents!

Letter to Santa

Hay! This is my rough draft letter to Santa. I want you all to proofread it and make suggestions on how it can be better. So Santa will bring me presents!



Santa Clause
North Pole, Earth

Dear Santa,

I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Bastya's Office party. It was Fiona who spiked the punch with too much Sun Drop. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like burnt sage.

I thought it was funny when I put Orlando's harness on my head and danced the binkie on the litterbox while singing `Walk This Way'. I didn't mean to break Bastya's telephone and don't know why Bastya would accuse me of arson.

I don't remember calling Pratt's wife a scary chicken---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and orange lipstick!

And when I threw up on JueDee's husband's nose, it was only because I ate too much of that pellets.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my tricycle through my neighbor's wall. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a shameless turkey and have me arrested for theft!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all goofy and overwhelmed. And I'm really not to blame for any of this cheesy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and exuberantly yours,
Simone (Really a nice boy!)

P.S. It's only 42 bucks!

Try it yourself!

Do I look amused?