Annabelle and Thatch are really excited about their first Christmas on 82nd St, but I am getting a bit sick of hearing two kittens mangling Christmas songs. Annabelle at least knows some of the words, but Thatch is a baby, and just makes them up. Yesterday 50 ping pong balls arrived and he is still in euphoria. He hasn't been so happy since I got him stoned on catnip a month ago.
Annabelle is happier with the empty Amazon cartons. She has this knack for finding the smallest carton, squeezing into it, and napping. Today UPS delivered 40 lbs of kitty litter in a large carton, along with a medium size carton and a little carton, all of them containing kitty Christmas gifts. Between the boxes and the packing paper she had a great time, hiding, singing "White Christmas," and rolling in the paper. Thatch prefers the Chipmunk Song but he can't do the chipmunk voices and he never gets the song right, but if I don't yell ALVIN!, he sulks.
I am sooo glad we don't have a tree.