Bad Day

I be having a bad day. First I got outside, and was crying at the front door!!!!!! Somehow I got out there when Gramps was taking Christmas stuff outside. I a bad cat. Then I had to pee, so naturally I raised my tail over Grandma's Christmas rug. It was the obvious thing to do, right? But my family got mad shmee. I got all worked up and started hissing.
This is not my best week.
...I'm still cute, right?

Ho Ho Ho

Yesterday was Chrissy's Mass, or something like that. I got a sparkly, pink collar from Mama, who says I look like a princess. I had a hard day yesterday. I tried to kill Gramps and got into a couple squabbles swith Chicki. I hissed and growled when no one was even touching me cuz me is Poppit and that'sh what I do.

I. Am. Cute.

Well, that filthy dog is here again. I do not approve. Buttercup has been drinking out of its water bowl 24/7, which is goofy. My girls are now out of skull for 2 weeks so I get to play shwithem!
Also, I scratched my necky on an umbrella. Ouchy.