We had something called a long weekend at our house last week because it was the day that people say thank you for stuff called Thanksgiving. That means that the people kids came to our house, people babies came and brought suitcases and bags of diapers to stay at our house and Mom cooked too much food. I did not like any of it.

Pretty Girl came back to our house again and this time she brought her people mom and dad. That was OK with me because Pretty Girl is too little to bother me and all she wants to do is eat her hand. People babies are not very smart. If you eat your hand off, you cannot type on the internet.

The other people babies came to our house without their people moms and dads. Black Hair Girl, Black Hair Boy and Red Head Boy stayed at our house to sleep. They bother me. Black Hair Boy pulls my tail all the time and Black Hair Girl puts purses on me. I am a boy! I do not want a purse!

On the day that was Saturday, Mom was cooking our breakfast and Black Hair Boy started coughing hair balls in the living room. He coughed up a bunch of them and they smelled very bad. Mom was all worked up about it and I thought she would throw Black Hair Boy out in the garage because that is what she does to me when I cough up hair balls in the house. But did Mom do that? No she did not! And that is not fair! Mom picked up Black Hair Boy and she was petting him and talking very nice to him. And then you know Black Hair Boy did? He coughed up a hair ball ON MOM. Yes he did! I was so mad! Mom still did not throw him outside! She was not even mad. The next time I cough up a hairball, she better not throw me out or I will tell her she is not fair.

Buddha Boy came to our house with his people mom and dad on the night Mom cooked too much food. He is a new people baby and he is little like Pretty Girl. Buddha Boy leaks all the time. He leaks out of his diaper some, but he leaks out of his mouth all the time. He leaked all over Mom and all over our nice couch. But did Mom get mad? No, she did not! What it is about people babies that they can do bad stuff and not get in trouble?

After all the people babies and people kids left to go to their own houses, me and Mom got our Christmas stuff out of the hiding place up the stairs called the attic. We worked hard to get our Christmas stuff out in our house so Santa Claus would know we are ready for presents. Me and Mom have worked every night to make Christmas in our house. And what has the big man been doing while we are working? He sits at the table writing numbers on paper for the place called school and griping about the numbers called Algebra. Me and Mom get tired of the big man fussing about the numbers called Algebra. Mom has little white circles she puts in her ears called iPod so that she cannot hear the big man. I do not have little white circles for my ears called iPod so that I do not have to listen to the big man so I am going to ask Santa to bring me some.

We have Christmas in our house now so I am ready for Santa Claus. He knows what I want. I am waiting for him because I am a cool cat.