Not a Creature was Stirring: Holiday Chronicles of ThatGoddamnedCat

Twas an early Sunday morning, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The holiday decorations had been tossed aside-in-a-tizzy In hopes that caffeine would step-up, and make me get busy The teenagers were unconscious, asleep in their beds While visions of Xbox polluted their heads With the pooch (…)