Wrapping Purrsents
Momma wuz finally done wiff her shopping so we spent Sunday wrapping purrsents.
But I don't fink she liked it too much when I layed down on the purrty paper she wuz cutting.
And when she wuzzent looking, I took an empty plastic bag to play wiff. But she sed it wuzzent a safe toy and tooked it away frum me.
Which purrsent iz mine?
Update:
Momma just opened her e-mail and fownd this poem that her furrend sent to her:
A Christmas Poem
If under the Christmas Tree you see
A poorly wrapped package from Me
Remember that I have a cat
and upon your box he has sat
If the ribbon on your package is tattered
and the rest looks a little splattered
Remember that I have a cat
Who wore the bow on his head like a hat
If the paper on your package is shredded
and the gifts inside are now dreaded
Remember that I have a cat
and let's just leave it at that
Copyright © Margaret Fine
