Tonight is New Year's Eve, and Kenzie and I have plans to celebrate in style! Granny sent us a special sea grass chewie just for our holiday enjoyment. We'll nibble on that for a while, then toss around some apple wood sticks, maybe shred some newspaper, and cap off the night with our very own slices of tangerine!
Mom's evening will not be nearly as eventful. It's almost sad, really. She'll camp out on the sofa in her flannel jammies, all alone, with a bottle of wine, watching It's A Wonderful Life and struggling vainly to stay awake past 10 PM. Mom's not exactly a night owl. But then, the elderly always do tend to turn in early.
Mom tells us the new year is a time to make resolutions, declarations of future improvements. She suggested that Kenzie and I give some thought to how we can make her life easier in the coming year. I've wracked my brain and I can't come up with a single thing that we should do differently. Mom, on the other hand, compiled a rather lengthy list for us, with such ridiculous suggestions as "Stop chewing on the box spring", "Eat ALL the broccoli, not just the tasty florets", and "Use your litter box EVERY time".
Whoever heard of such nonsense? I say Mom should stick to her own resolutions and leave us out of it. I've got some ideas for HER. Starting with "I will not vacuum when Frederic is trying to nap". And "Give the bunny a WHOLE grape". And "Just because I go to bed before sundown doesn't mean the bunnies have to". I could go on, but you get the idea.
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