Deer Santy Paws

NICHOLAS SANTAPANTS

Deer Santy Paws

Is it too early to write to you? I hopes not.  I think that I might have been kind of good this year, but I am werried that maybe I was not.  It's not like I run outside like mine Orinch Meniss brother, or wander around and scream at things all day and night like another brother, or shove mine tongue up mommy's nose like another brother (oops, maybe I did that once but it was nasty).  I think that I may have been bad because I do chase mine oldest brother around the house all the time and jump on him.  I don't know why except that he keeps wandering around either telling us he is the "top cat" and that mommy loves him most, or that the aliens are coming.  Both of those are crazy talk, and we think that he might need a little "help".  So I chase him and bite him.  
Santy Paws, what can I do to get on the "good kitties" list? Mine other brofurs say I'm going to get coal for chrissymouse.  What is coal? Can I play with it? Can I eat it? Why do bad kitties get coal? Anyway, I would like to get on the good kitty list, so let me know what I can do. 

Love from your adoring admirer

Nicholas FuzzyPants Meezer

Meezer Monday Post Turkey day report

MILES

I was afraid there for a while that there would be no turkey for us.  The mom and Auntie Ellen went out to dinner with Grammie to a restaurant.  The mom had PRIME RIB.  what kind of TURKEY day dinner is that? SHEESH.  

BUT, we DID get home made turkey later in the weekend and it was furry dee-lish-us. 

SAMMY

Yes, so you stopped moaning and complaining about not getting any - FINALLY. 

MILES

Well, how is she ever going to know that she's not being a good the mom if I doesn't tell her - nine thousand four hundred and elebenty eight times a day? 

SAMMY

we could prolly do without nine thousand, four hundred and elebenty six of those times a day.  

Happy Turkey Day

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Flashback Friday

NICHOLAS FUZZYPANTS

It's a few weeks to mine gotcha day - so here is a flashback to mine ferst v-e-t visit 'afore I came home.  Well, I was just going to be a foster, but then mommy said mine official last name would be Meezer, so I gotted to stay.  Which was great, 'acause I think Billy would haf cried forefur if I hadded to go back. 

I was a little bit of a mess! But I'm not now! 

It's Miles Wednesday

MILES

I am declaring today Miles Wednesday.  For no particular reason, just because I can.  MOL

Meezer Monday

SAMMY 

So, it's Meezer Monday and Miles is pouting, Nicky is spinning and Billy is, well, in the bathtub getting wet.  Because he's weird.  

Miles is pouting because the mom would not share something called "en-cha-la-da's" with him.  Again, another food that will make flames shoot out of his butt.  My question is this: why doesn't it make flames shoot out of HER butt? Do they only turn cats into flame-throwers? 

It's mine PURRFDAY!!!!

NICHOLAS PARTYPANTS

It's mine purrfday today!! WOOO HOOOO!!!

Haf some foods and some fun!!!

We Honor our Veterans

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awaken in the mornings hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there, I did not die.

The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, 1918

The day The War to End All Wars ended.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

between the crosses row on row

that mark our place; and in the sky

Scarce heard among the guns below

We are the dead.  Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset go

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields

Take up our quarrel with the foe!

To you from falling hands we throw

the torch - be yours to hold it high

If ye break faith with us who die

we shall not sleep, though

poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

If only it really had been the war to end all wars................

Twisty Tuesday

NICHOLAS TWISTYPANTS

So last night in bed mommy was sleeping and I crawled up next to her, and when she waked up she petted me, but I was all twisted around and she could not find mine head.  This freaked her out a little bit - then she called me "pretzel butt" which is weerd, because Billy says mine butt smells like farts, not pretzels.  

want to know how to drive a mom nuts?

MILES

Find the money she dropped on the floor and hide it under the couch.  

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  

All we are saying..

SAMMY
MILES
NICKY
BILLY SWEETFEETS


Is give peas peace a chance 

(Billy - ME thinks we should give peas a chance too, they is yummy)