MK: Momma Kat
Daily conversation - Letters to Santa, part 3:
BC: {putting down his first reply from Santa} Whoa. I never noticed this before, but Santa sounds a lot like you!
MK: Imagine that!
BC: I don't have to because he sounds like you! You always tell me that chickens are messy, that it would be a lot of work for you to clean and prepare tasty whole chickens, and you always point out that I wouldn't want to share my stuff with chickens.
MK: What a COINCIDENCE!
BC: Hmmm .... maybe your humanity is the problem. Always complaining! Does Santa have a cat?
MK: I don't think so ... but he has reindeer.
BC: SOLD!
MK: Wait, what?
BC: TASTY WHOLE REINDEER!
BC: {AHEM} ... Do you recall, the tastiest reindeer of all ...
MK: What a COINCIDENCE!
BC: Hmmm .... maybe your humanity is the problem. Always complaining! Does Santa have a cat?
MK: I don't think so ... but he has reindeer.
BC: SOLD!
MK: Wait, what?
BC: TASTY WHOLE REINDEER!
BC: {AHEM} ... Do you recall, the tastiest reindeer of all ...
Rudolph, the tasty reindeer
had very juicy loins.
And if you ever saw him,
my watering mouth yours would join.
All of the other reindeer
used to laugh and call him fat.
They always told poor Rudolph
He'd make a great meal for any cat.
Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say:
"Rudolph, I'm short of tasty chickens,
won't you help out so all cats have lickins'?"
Then all the reindeer loved him
as they shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the tasty reindeer,
No reindeer is tastier than he!
MK: Not to eat, Bear!
BC: Santa DID say there was a tasty whole chicken shortage! My song is coming true! What else would tasty whole reindeer be used for?
MK: Flying?
BC: Is that a joke like with the pigs?
MK: What pigs?
BC: "When pigs fly."
MK: Well, I ...
BC: Is this your way of telling me I won't be getting tasty whole chickens? "When reindeer fly, Bear!" It's the pigs Christmas-ified.
MK: No. The way I tell you you're not getting tasty whole chickens is for me to tell you, "YOU'RE NOT GETTING TASTY WHOLE CHICKENS!"
BC: Sheesh! You don't have to rub it in! I got the point with the flying reindeer remark.
{Pause}
BC: I WANT TASTY WHOLE CHICKENS!
MK: No.
BC: But every other cat has tasty whole chickens!
MK: Every other cat who? Which of your friends has tasty whole chickens?
BC: Err ... a LOT of them!
MK: Like ...
BC: CATS!
MK: If every cat jumped off a bridge, would you?
BC: OBVIOUSLY! If our tasty whole chickens jumped off a bridge, we'd jump after them!
MK: I can't decide what's more disturbing ... that you think it's fine to jump off a bridge after a tasty whole chicken ... or that I sound like my parents.
BC: Your parents were mean too?
MK: Ye ... I mean, NO!
BC: Speaking of sounding like someone ... Santa's second reply sounds like you too! "You're a good boy, Bear!" "You have everything that truly matters, Bear!"
MK: You're not a good boy?
BC: NO!
MK: So you shouldn't be on Santa's "good" list?
BC: N ... err ... RATS!
{Pause}
BC: These REPLIES ... it's like he KNOWS me. That you're smart not to have a Christmas tree? That I don't like sharing you? Saying that I should work on biting? That I should share MY desk chair? That I'm up to no good when I want catnip, a cattle prod, carpet, and bows?
MK: Well, technically, Santa said I wasn't up to any good because YOU wrote that letter and said it was from me. Which Santa said would put you on the permanent bad list. Are you admitting to writing the letter purportedly from me?
BC: {Narrowing his eyes} Are you a Santa informant?
MK: No. He knows if you're naughty or nice, remember? And he said he reads our blog.
BC: I guess. Does that mean he knows the words you used last night?
MK: Bear, you barfed ON ME, WHILE I WAS SLEEPING.
BC: My aim was off! I was going for your pillow.
MK: EWW! Just EWW! As if that MAKES IT BETTER! You scarfed down dry food for no reason ...
BC: It wasn't for NO reason!
MK: ... Other than you were upset that I was asleep. Then you barfed ON me to wake me up.
BC: So? You act like that's a BAD thing.
{Pause}
BC: How does Santa know the size of your butt?
MK: Excuse me?
BC: Here in the ps to the first reply! "YOUR MOMMA'S BUTT ISN'T BIG!!!"
MK: Well, if he knows if you've been naughty or nice, I guess it follows that he'd know what I look like.
BC: But why is Santa checking out your butt? I bet Mrs. Claus doesn't appreciate that.
MK: Maybe the elves did.
BC: What kind of sicko asks his elves to check out women's butts?
MK: I don't know!
BC: And those poor elves! I mean, I have to see your butt all the time and the view is TRAUMATIZING!
MK: Bear ...
BC: YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH SANTA CLAUS!
MK: What are you ...
BC: As if Meow Mc-Quacky Pants wasn't bad enough! First, my vet! Then, Santa Claus!
MK: Bear ...
BC: Hmmm. I could use this my advantage. Can you put in a good word for me?
MK: Flying?
BC: Is that a joke like with the pigs?
MK: What pigs?
BC: "When pigs fly."
MK: Well, I ...
BC: Is this your way of telling me I won't be getting tasty whole chickens? "When reindeer fly, Bear!" It's the pigs Christmas-ified.
MK: No. The way I tell you you're not getting tasty whole chickens is for me to tell you, "YOU'RE NOT GETTING TASTY WHOLE CHICKENS!"
BC: Sheesh! You don't have to rub it in! I got the point with the flying reindeer remark.
{Pause}
BC: I WANT TASTY WHOLE CHICKENS!
MK: No.
BC: But every other cat has tasty whole chickens!
MK: Every other cat who? Which of your friends has tasty whole chickens?
BC: Err ... a LOT of them!
MK: Like ...
BC: CATS!
MK: If every cat jumped off a bridge, would you?
BC: OBVIOUSLY! If our tasty whole chickens jumped off a bridge, we'd jump after them!
MK: I can't decide what's more disturbing ... that you think it's fine to jump off a bridge after a tasty whole chicken ... or that I sound like my parents.
BC: Your parents were mean too?
MK: Ye ... I mean, NO!
BC: Speaking of sounding like someone ... Santa's second reply sounds like you too! "You're a good boy, Bear!" "You have everything that truly matters, Bear!"
MK: You're not a good boy?
BC: NO!
MK: So you shouldn't be on Santa's "good" list?
BC: N ... err ... RATS!
{Pause}
BC: These REPLIES ... it's like he KNOWS me. That you're smart not to have a Christmas tree? That I don't like sharing you? Saying that I should work on biting? That I should share MY desk chair? That I'm up to no good when I want catnip, a cattle prod, carpet, and bows?
MK: Well, technically, Santa said I wasn't up to any good because YOU wrote that letter and said it was from me. Which Santa said would put you on the permanent bad list. Are you admitting to writing the letter purportedly from me?
BC: {Narrowing his eyes} Are you a Santa informant?
MK: No. He knows if you're naughty or nice, remember? And he said he reads our blog.
BC: I guess. Does that mean he knows the words you used last night?
MK: Bear, you barfed ON ME, WHILE I WAS SLEEPING.
BC: My aim was off! I was going for your pillow.
MK: EWW! Just EWW! As if that MAKES IT BETTER! You scarfed down dry food for no reason ...
BC: It wasn't for NO reason!
MK: ... Other than you were upset that I was asleep. Then you barfed ON me to wake me up.
BC: So? You act like that's a BAD thing.
{Pause}
BC: How does Santa know the size of your butt?
MK: Excuse me?
BC: Here in the ps to the first reply! "YOUR MOMMA'S BUTT ISN'T BIG!!!"
MK: Well, if he knows if you've been naughty or nice, I guess it follows that he'd know what I look like.
BC: But why is Santa checking out your butt? I bet Mrs. Claus doesn't appreciate that.
MK: Maybe the elves did.
BC: What kind of sicko asks his elves to check out women's butts?
MK: I don't know!
BC: And those poor elves! I mean, I have to see your butt all the time and the view is TRAUMATIZING!
MK: Bear ...
BC: YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH SANTA CLAUS!
MK: What are you ...
BC: As if Meow Mc-Quacky Pants wasn't bad enough! First, my vet! Then, Santa Claus!
MK: Bear ...
BC: Hmmm. I could use this my advantage. Can you put in a good word for me?
MK: {trying to change the subject} What's this about not biting the hand that feeds you? You bite me all the time ... as Santa deftly pointed out!
BC: I do not!
MK: Oh? Let's review the pictures Santa included in his reply ...
BC: Rats! I was just hugging your arm! I like warm hugs!
MK: Oh?
BC: Err ... I'm not biting your hand! I'm biting the sweatshirt!
MK: Okay.
BC: Stop that! Besides, you feed me with your RIGHT hand and all these pictures show me biting your LEFT hand. NOT the hand that feeds me. I explained that to Santa in my last letter!
MK: I'm not sure Santa cares for the technicalities, Bear.
BC: Why should I care what Santa cares for?
MK: Because he decides what presents you get.
{Silence}
BC: RATS! Can I have a million dollars?
MK: WHAT?
BC: I need to bribe Santa.
MK: Think of all the good you could do with that money!
BC: Exactly! Santa would fill my ENTIRE list!
MK: I'm pretty sure bribery puts you on the naughty list.
BC: You seem to know an AWFUL lot about Santa ... you ARE sleeping with him!
MK: {sigh}.
BC: Hmmm. Even HE'S not that desperate!
MK: WHAT?
BC: The only other explanation is that YOU are Santa Claus.
MK: Bear ...
BC: No. That can't be true either. I mean, your face DOES look like an old man's ... but your beard would have to be longer ...
MK: BEAR! I do not have a beard!
BC: Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Anyway, I carefully monitor everything within my territory and I haven't seen any evidence of presents. Or elves. Or reindeer. I'm too smart for you to get anything past me.
MK: Maybe he just reads our blog?
BC: That WOULD explain why he's so jolly.
{Pause}
BC: I'M SCREWED! I'll NEVER be on the good list! My life is OVER! Err ... LIVES are over.
MK: You could behave.
{Silence}.
BC: I'M SCREWED! I'll NEVER be on the good list! If I didn't know for a fact that Santa exists, I'd think this naughty/nice list thing was something humans invented to make their cats behave!
{Pause}
BC: Well, HELL! I should make the most of not being on the good list! {Jumping down}. Hold my calls. I'm BUSY!
MK: Uh oh.
BC: You got THAT right lady!
{Pause}
{THWACK!!} {CRASH!!!}
BC: Hehehehehe. That was a good one!
MK: {sigh}.
BC: Sometimes I surpass even my own expectations!
{THUNK!} {SHATTER!!}
BC: BOO-YAH!!! Put THAT on a list!
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BC: I do not!
MK: Oh? Let's review the pictures Santa included in his reply ...
BC: Rats! I was just hugging your arm! I like warm hugs!
MK: Oh?
BC: Err ... I'm not biting your hand! I'm biting the sweatshirt!
MK: Okay.
BC: Stop that! Besides, you feed me with your RIGHT hand and all these pictures show me biting your LEFT hand. NOT the hand that feeds me. I explained that to Santa in my last letter!
MK: I'm not sure Santa cares for the technicalities, Bear.
BC: Why should I care what Santa cares for?
MK: Because he decides what presents you get.
{Silence}
BC: RATS! Can I have a million dollars?
MK: WHAT?
BC: I need to bribe Santa.
MK: Think of all the good you could do with that money!
BC: Exactly! Santa would fill my ENTIRE list!
MK: I'm pretty sure bribery puts you on the naughty list.
BC: You seem to know an AWFUL lot about Santa ... you ARE sleeping with him!
MK: {sigh}.
BC: Hmmm. Even HE'S not that desperate!
MK: WHAT?
BC: The only other explanation is that YOU are Santa Claus.
MK: Bear ...
BC: No. That can't be true either. I mean, your face DOES look like an old man's ... but your beard would have to be longer ...
MK: BEAR! I do not have a beard!
BC: Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Anyway, I carefully monitor everything within my territory and I haven't seen any evidence of presents. Or elves. Or reindeer. I'm too smart for you to get anything past me.
MK: Maybe he just reads our blog?
BC: That WOULD explain why he's so jolly.
{Pause}
BC: I'M SCREWED! I'll NEVER be on the good list! My life is OVER! Err ... LIVES are over.
MK: You could behave.
{Silence}.
BC: I'M SCREWED! I'll NEVER be on the good list! If I didn't know for a fact that Santa exists, I'd think this naughty/nice list thing was something humans invented to make their cats behave!
{Pause}
BC: Well, HELL! I should make the most of not being on the good list! {Jumping down}. Hold my calls. I'm BUSY!
MK: Uh oh.
BC: You got THAT right lady!
{Pause}
{THWACK!!} {CRASH!!!}
BC: Hehehehehe. That was a good one!
MK: {sigh}.
BC: Sometimes I surpass even my own expectations!
{THUNK!} {SHATTER!!}
BC: BOO-YAH!!! Put THAT on a list!
Featured posts of the day:
- Letters to Santa.
- Letters to Santa, part 2.
- If you missed the beginning of Bear's tasty whole chicken saga ... Tenacious Male Cat In Search of Tasty Whole Chicken.
- To read more about Meow McQuacky-Pants ... Meow McQuacky-Pants & Bear's Food Time.
Great poem, Bear. And yeah, I guess you better be careful with your conversations because Santa could definitely be reading your blog!
ReplyDeleteRATS! I was kidding about the Rudolph thing, I swear! ~Bear Cat
DeleteBuilding that nasty list, we see. MOL!
ReplyDeleteI've had lots of practice ;) ~Bear Cat
DeleteThe reindeer need to be careful at your place Bear!
ReplyDeleteI'm WATCHING ... ~Bear Cat
DeleteOh Bear...While we don't know 'bout this Santa guy or elves and whatever else everypawdy talks 'bout at this time of year, we do know dat bein' nice is a good thing. You know, you're more likely to break your mommy down by bein' good. And once she's been broken, you could get those chickens. They are purretty delishus, altho' we purrfur turkey or duck when it comes to da birds. Mommy likes turkey bestest, and fankfully, ifin she has it, we get it too. It's all 'bout bein' nice. And of 'course, da right beg face. MOL Big hugs
ReplyDeleteLuv ya'
Dezi and Raena
I bet you ladies have JUST the right look to score the gobblers ;)
DeleteMaybe I need to practice mine in the mirror? ~Bear Cat
If he reads your blog and takes in your version of Rudolph the jolly old man will keel over dead!!!
ReplyDeleteMaybe I'm in his will? Or he'll bring me Rudolph's tasty brother? ~Bear Cat
DeleteYeah... dude... you gotta do the nice thing, at least for a while.
ReplyDeleteWhen's the cut off? Midnight on Christmas Eve? ~Bear Cat
DeleteI would not let Santa see that song :)
ReplyDeleteRATS! You're right! ~Bear Cat
DeleteNo Bear! You can't eat Rudolph! ;)
ReplyDeleteRATS! Maybe he has a tasty brother? ~Bear Cat
Delete"Now your momma has to spend all day cleaning up what you broke, Bear."
ReplyDeleteSo just another day in the Momma Kat household, right? ;)
Wait a minute Mr Tempramental! You demand whole chickens THEN run amok? Shame on you!! No wonder your poor Mom sighs so much!!
ReplyDeleteOoooh! I LIKE that! "Bear's run amok! Bear's run amok!" That should be my new motto!! ~Bear Cat
DeleteYou know what ....I never even thought about tasty whole chickens until I met you. I thought chickens just came from a can, but now I know of a whole new world of tasty whole chickens. Apparently, I am also on the kind of naughty list - because I occasionally knock stuff off the table, boss Ruby around, and walk across the keyboard and mess up stuff on the computer thing. But I want TASTY WHOLE CHICKENS in my stocking right NOW
ReplyDeleteXOXO, Rosie
Ummm ... you're not ACTUALLY naughty Rosie ... you're just a CAT! ~Bear Cat
DeleteI think I see a huge back of coal in your very near future, Bear. Don't tell Santa, but I like your Rudolph song.
ReplyDeleteI like the song too ;) ~Bear Cat
DeleteOhhhhhhhhhhh Flynn called it...right
ReplyDeleteIf I gnawed on the hand that feeds me....oh would I be in trouble, that is until she forgot
Hugs madi your bfff
Our cuteness helps them "forget" doesn't it, Madi? ~Bear Cat
DeleteHere's hoping Santa Paws brings you loads of chicken and/or goldfish.
ReplyDeleteCan you use goldfish to purchase a tasty whole chicken farm? ~Bear Cat
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