
He is not really feeling the holiday spirit. The good news is that both mom and I agree that we don't think this is his last Christmas. Sure, he's 15 years old, but he's still got a lot of life in him. It's not like Christmas 2001, which we all knew was 17 year old Sparky's Christmas. That year, when I got up from the table to go grab something out of the kitchen during dinner, I came back to find him on my chair, eating scraps of roast beast off of my plate. I put him on the floor, but later in the meal he climbed up on the table and (cat haters please stop reading)... started eating roast directly off of the serving platter. Did we stop him? Did we yell at him? Of course not! We are crazy cat people! We got out our cameras and took pictures of him. And then when dad finally voiced his objections, we moved him and a chunk of meat off into the kitchen. Sorry Chuckie, since we don't anticipate you expiring during 2010, you'll have to suffer the hat and get denied the fancy snacks, my friend.
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