She made it a point to try and shred every roll of giftwrap we had in the house. Bows were targets, needing to be destroyed. Boxes? Chewed on in odd places.
All because she knew we had some kitty toys for her, and she couldn't get them early.
We managed to hide the gifts, and wrap in hidden places. We never decorated the tree, because we knew all ornaments would be taken down and possibly destroyed. In other words, we revolved our Christmas preparations around this little bitch of a kitten.
She did everything in her power to stop this Christmas from coming.
Days passed, the kitten was decent, so we forgot about all of her shenanigans. It was time to bake cookies, and bake we did. Sugar cookies, gingerbread cookies, snickerdoodles, and scores of other varieties. Frosting was slapped on, gumdrop and cinnamon decorations adorned the treats, and we started to pack and giftwrap boxes for neighbors and family.
When I spotted this:
I started to inspect some of the cookies a little closer, and she had trampled at least a dozen cookies on the kitchen table. Her destructive nature was just taking a quick vacation, but was back in full force.
I should have just given her a lump of coal for Christmas. Or a concussion. But she still made out like a fucking bandit....
