I'm come to the realization that mom is going to make me pose for every stupid holiday on the calendar. Christmas is no different. She buttered me up with my favorite treats and then attacked me with Christmas decorations. I tried my best to get these stupid things off me, but every time I succeeded she just put it back on me again til I took a good picture. Ahem...aren't all of my pictures good???
It started out with me posing by a little Christmas tree. I was totally ok with this. Simple, classic, charming.
I'm then told to go stand by the bigger tree. Um, what? What was wrong with the picture by the little tree? (Sigh) Alright...
I have to stand by Santa and the Snowman now?? This couldn't possibly get any worse.
It got worse.
I'll wear this stupid hat but I'm not going
to like it:
This next pose my mom told me to "look French". What does that even mean?!
You can take away my manhood but you can't take away my catnip!!
At this point I decided to take the matter into my own paws and destroy the set:
Take that, tree.
Although I was close to taking my own life (all nine of them), I managed to get through the session virtually unharmed...minus the few scarring memories. I thought I was home free until a package arrived in the mail today from my cousin Brooke. She got my mom a really cute pink ornament for Christmas. Mom then said with a frown, "Shoot, I didn't put up a tree this year. Where am I supposed to hang this?"
Crap.
This is supposed to be on you, stupid tree.
I wish you all a very Meowy Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Love,
Chuck
