Izzint Krissmiss time the best time of the yeer?  Thare are pritty lites to look at.  We git trees inside with toys all ofur them, bocks come to our door with very intristing things inside that I kant see.  Thare is an overlode of smells all the time.  I feel warm and contentid.  

Many of our cat furrends haff put cards in the brick mailhouse outside.  Mommy shows each and evry one of them to us and reeds the greeting inside.  Evryday another small gift like this arrives leeding up to Krissmiss.  

Like the other day when Mommy went to The Cat Connection.  Looky whut she brot us!

NEW CATNIP TOYS!  

I got one and Echo got one.  Mommy brot them home for us the other day.  We wuz so excitid to git them and thay smellt so good Mommy hardly had time to take the tags off. 

This is all part of the Krissmiss spirit.  Surrpurrizing sumone yoo love with sumthing thay love.  I guess yoo kood say that's troo love.  Troo love is the gratest thing in dee wurld.  Except maybe a nice MLT...a muttun lettuce and tomato sandwich when the mutton is sliced nice and lean...and the tomato is ripe...

But I'm getting off track with today's Tenny Toosday. 

Last nite me and Echo were doing some nappin and Mommy brot us our toys.  As yoo can see thay are shaped like candy canes, but thay are filled with nippy goodniss. 

Thay are big too.  Thay are the rite size to wrap yur paws around and give a good bunnykikk too. 

Like I sed, I haff mine and Echo haz his.  But yoo know how boys are.  Thay think EVERYTHING is thares.

Like I sed.  It's a big catnip cane. 

I can share. 

I hope Santy Paws is taking note.