Cats and Christmas

Sometimes I crave the open road. A distant look in my eye and chin cocked and to the side I watch the road and think, my Mror, I am sooo glad I’m not a dog. Far more power and dignity is with the cats at Christmas. Take for example the Scandanavian Yule Cat that steals poor children for lunch.

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