Furry Catmas

Wherever you look this festive season my little glitter lickers, you’ll see cats being incorporated into the holidays. Where once a cat-lover dared not admit their allegiance in public, now it’s all about the fab tabby. We have truly arrived!

Once upon a time, a human bean who professed their love of kitties was thought to be:

1. A sad and lonely person.
2. One who had developed an immunity to Cat Box Eau de Toilette.
3. Soft in the head.

Now beans everywhere know otherwise! Mother made a strict rule that there would be only one cat-themed item in our home at any given time. That thing was a cast iron cat doorstop which she has yet to unearth, more than a year after living here. I do think it’s time she embraced the feline within (or this feline, without!) and succumbed to the lure of the catty Christmas.

I have some ideas.

She could start with the Christmas tree. It looks nothing like most peoples’ trees. They take it out of a box, and it’s shaped like Sideshow Bob from The Simpsons.

Now, just imagine how Sideshow Bob’s green head, in the form of our palm Christmas tree, would look, adorned with this:

We three could sit cozily together on the human furniture while gazing at its loveliness. All the while, Mother and Father could add to the festive catmosphere with a subtle addition to their wardrobes. Something like this, perhaps?

Doesn’t it feel more Christmasy already? Isn’t the thought of honouring the fab feline in your life enough to make you want to indulge in some of these superb items? You’re purring “yes”, I just know it.

Last year, Mother’s brother – my Uncle Kevin – bestowed upon her this incredible pair of socks. Your eyes don’t deceive you – that’s my sweet visage adorning them!

All it takes is a little effort to think outside the litter box. Choose the Catmas decor that’s right for your family and your home, and make it merrier than an ejected hairball. My free decor consultation here is my gift to you. You’re welcome!

Until next week, my little tree tuggers, may all your dreams come true. Except the one about luring the filthy dog into harm’s way. We must learn to tolerate even the lowest and least intelligent among us. After all, Santa Claws is watching!

Your friend,

Miss Sugar