Pets Letters to Santa

Just in case Santa reads this blog, the pets have a few Christmas requests (Some insisted it on typing it themselves, others had me type and edit as I as we went along):

Mojo thinks the bed is his. Sigh.

Deer Santa,

I is been good dawg this year. Mom says so anyway. Especially when I poop. I always poop by the road. Never by the house. Isn't that great? I'm a good watchdog too. I get up and bark at the neighbors, a stray leaf, air so the peoples think I'm guarding. Also, I have perfected my BEG face so I can get the mostest foods. My favorites are noodles, potatoes, bacon, chicken, hamburger, salad, carrots....really anything.

If you could bring me the following I will wag my tail and not bark when you come down the chimney.

1. SOCKIES—infinite supply. The stinkier the better.

2. BACON. People bacon is the best.

3. Mom to let me sleep in the bed 

4. Dogpark in my backyard. 

5. Play rings with me?

She thinks all pillows are cat beds.

Dear Santa,

I haz bin good cat thiz yeer. Gunnar iz stupid bully. Plz bring himz coal. I can eat all of hims hamz.

Mi Christmas lizt iz:

1. To be onlee cat

2. Hamz

3. Shoelace that zaps Gunnar if hims touches it

4. A litterbox with a paw scanner that no let Gunnar in.

5.  No Gunnar

Lots of goodz lap cuddlez,

Katie

Looking thoughtful. But what's he really plotting?

Dear Santa,

I've been a very good evil kitty this year. I have knocked lots of glasses off the edges of tables, knocked the hamper down the stairs a few times, even gotten into some cabinets I wasn't supposed to (though eating the fake plant was definitely a mistake). If you have any extra packing peanuts, I will be happy to take them off of your hands.

If you wish to please me, you can bring me:

1. Catnip. Enough to roll around in. 

2. Boxes to play in and ambush ankles from.

3. Another humidifier, one with fish in it. (Yum, fish!)

4. Supreme world domination

5. Appropriate length tail.

His Highness, Sir Gunnar of Wiltshire