Friday, December 25, 2015

Chisseymouse Morning Wakies, 6 am...


But wait, it is not yet
Finally quite time,
First we must awake
To make the last rhyme.

Is it time ta get up?  Did Sandy Claws come?
We were good an stayed in the bedroom ALL NIGHT.  Can we see what we got?
 Is it time, TBT?  Can we go out and look now?
So, last rhyme for now, we promise...

"The Time is Now
The Place is Here
We Wish you Merry Chrissymouse 
And Happy New Year!

(We are unashamed thieves of clever lines)

TBT:  Yes, Mews. Lets go look under the tree and see what Sandy Claws left you...

US:  Oh WOW!

In utter happiness, we received such a gift, we knew in an instant it was done by St Nick.  It was not anything we suspected, but it shone with such love, there never was a doubt it was the best gift we could have received.

TBT here:  *I* know about their secret gift.  The Mews have each used up a life so far, and now they have 9 again.  Santa left me a short note about it.  And I won't tell them.  Would it matter?

But here is what THEY saw, and it shone their eyes with wonder.  All the cards their friends had sent were laid out under the tree.  To remind them each how many wonderful friends they have.  And that was enough for each of them at this special time of year...  They sat and purred and purred...
Santa had laid out all the snail-mail cards...
For them to see unner the trees as gifts of love from all of you!  And while it doesn't show in the camera picture, the cards GLOWED softly all day.

Well, they got email cards, but Santa dint have time (even as well as he manages his time)  to go print the email cards (its a slow printer even at Santa-speed).  But we loved THEM too!  So when we looked at the email cards later THEY glowed fer a while too...  Santa is AMAZING!

We got not a mouse, not a cat tree, nor scratcher; not treats, fancy food, or even a chickie-hatcher.  But surely we could not complain when the gifts were the snail mail and email cards of caring and sharing and love.

It was a GREAT CHRISSYMOUSE DAY!  One of the best EVER.  Thank You one and all...

Love,
Mark's Mews and TBT

Twas The Night Before Chrissymouse

Twas the Night Before Chrissymouse,
We kitties were fed
To the top of our tummies.
So we all went to bed.

There was fussing aplenty
Fore we did lay to sleep.
But the dresser-drawer went
To Iza to sleep.

Ayla went for the shoe rack,
The top towel softest.
While Marley decided
On waterbed topness.

It could have gone better,
TBT thought afters
"The chimney's not swept
In a Year of Decembers".

But wisely he closed
The door of the room
When he heard the old Elf
Coming down with a boom.

"Oh Dash-it-all, Dash-it
I'm covered with soot
And I think I have
Injured my ankle and boot"

"And what's this? I'm consigned
To the basement as well?
That darn house designer
Is dumb as a bell".

But stumbling forward
He noticed quite near
Not some milk and a cookie,
But a pickle and beer!

"At least these cats know
How to give me some cheer!
The best snack I've gotten 
This whole day-long year".

Well all is not lost he thought to himself,
Let me what they've got,
Chirpie Chick, wand toys, mice
Well, already a lot!

"Quite lucky cats", he smiled and grinned, 
"But I have something special, not toys, I can give.
They each will get 1 extra life
And TBT good health for to help them to live"

"And I'll give them something visible
That isn't so material."
And set about arranging things
In ways that were quite magical.

"So when they wake this Christmas morn,
Their sleepy eyes shall see.
The proof that they are loved so much.
Underneath the Tree."

He spent not a planck-time
Arranging his work.
And when he was done,
Gave his nose a slight twerk.

Up the chimney he rose,
To the reindeer he whistled,
And away they all flew
Like a whisper of thistle.

He said not a word,
Far too busy for that.
But he surely does have
A great love for us cats.

We never did stir,
Not a sound we did hear.
We slept the most soundest
Of nights all this year.


Tomorrow, what we saw in the morning!