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Sweetie Pie:
Dear Santa:
I am 14 years old and I am a little slow now, but you know the person I have trained understands that I am the sweetest kitty in the universe. I know this because I hear it 100 times a day. And trust me, I AM! So what would the sweetest kitty in the universe want for Christmas? Well, Santa, as much attention as I do get, it is not enough. I have been locked out of the bathroom on occasion, and sometimes the bed does not produce the space in which I would like to sleep. The lap I used to adorn is now clinging to a desk and watching some stupid square which entertains me not. But most of all, I want to be able to snuggle up to the shoulder of my love like I used to before I got this old, and can no longer stretch my body out from her lap to the nape of her neck…that more than anything I would love to do again!
Best Wishes for a successful Christmas, Santa,
Sweetie Pie THE SWEETEST KITTY IN THE UNIVERSE
Rompy Stompy:
Dear Santa:
I am 12, but you would never know it by my svelte, lithe body and the energy I can produce without warning. I am the most energetic Cat anyone could ever want, of course age has slowed me down quite a bit, and made me more loving for some reason? I used to loathe humans because they moved so much. I love adventure, but it should be of MY making. I do not wish adventure to be foisted upon me. So I avoided humans as much as possible for about the first 8 years of my life. Then suddenly they stopped moving, without warning I was able to get used to my surroundings, enjoy my life and even start to snuggle up to humans. It was not easy, but now I really enjoy it. Except one thing…two years ago the humans let another kitty named Monsterdotcom live here and he REALLY upsets my placid (when I want it to be) life. There is something wrong with a human who stops moving, makes me conformable in my life then lets some bizarre male stupido Cat live here with us. Santa, can't you find Monsterdotcom a better home?
May your Reindeers have a clean litter box for ever,
Rompy Stompy
Monsterdotcom:
Dear Santa:
Wow, kewl to be talking to you er uh well writing, but might as well be talking. I am the most precious faced Cat in the universe. I know, cause the human who lives here tells me I am, and who am I to question a human, you are a human right??? Well, anyway, I am a stalker, I love to stalk, but the only thing I have to stalk in this house is another skinny pathetic 12 year old Cat. We used to have a bird, but alas, she died. Santa, I loved to sit and watch that bird, it was so much more fun than watching that stupid Cat. So, Santa, for Christmas I would love an Aviary to watch over. It would be my favoritest gift of ALL.
Keep those boots dry, Santa
Monsterdotcom
PS I am voting for Bush bahawahwahabahwahahaha!!!
Zoe:
Dear Santa:
Santa my life was traumatized when my mother gave me away, but my life has become rather staid in my new home. I am the only Cat in the house that gets to go outside the house, so you can see I am pretty special. Everytime I come in they all gather round to sniff, sniff, sniff. As you can see I am the most special Cat in the house. However I have fault with the routine. I would like to go out and come in as I WANT and not depend on human intervention, so Santa, can you see it in your heart and or gift basket to give me a kitty door so my comings and goings are of my choice?
Give my other mommy a great big wet kiss when you visit her.
Zoe, the Privileged
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