Behold! The Christmas Wrapping Fiend!
Sunday, December 27th, 2015 01:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amarie24I present to you the Christmas Wrapping Fiend (CWF), dears. He is no one other than my wittle cat, Dante. Ya’ll excuse our messy ass apartment:
You see the destruction? You see the carnage? You see it? No, really, do you see it?!
I took these last evening after a long, long day of post-Christmas shopping with my mommy. You see, people like mommy and me are kinda poor and so we do post-Christmas shopping for our friends & family and splurge a little on ourselves, too (I got glorious Santa chocolates, a new Transformers book & quite a few Batman: The Animated Series movies…yaaaass). It was a long day that was way, way too motherfucking hot (fuck you very much, Koch brothers & Co.), but otherwise a pretty good day.
So we come home and I take it upon myself to go ahead and wrap and bag the Christmas presents in the living room (which is where the pictures take place) while I’m watching my new Batman movies. Now, Dante isn’t all that difficult when I’m bagging presents-tissue paper and Christmas bags don’t interest him too much.
But when I got on the living room floor to start wrapping? Like with just about all cats…all bets were off. Dante pounced on the wrapping paper and ripped it up and put holes in it with his teeth and claws. He spread out all over the boxes like they were his territory. And he did this right when I already had the wrapping paper all measured out and ready to cut and tape! Gah! The nerve of him! Every freakin’ year, ya’ll!
I called for Mommy to come and help me and she did, bless her. It was just so hilarious: she took one of the wrapping papers (which were one of the ones I wanted to use) and tried to push Dante off my work area like that. Instead, he grabbed onto it, biting and kicking it…so she ended up just dragging him into her room by it because he wouldn’t let the damned thing go. And then she had to crack open the door just a tad to slip me the wrapping paper back.
And then? All the while I’m working on wrapping the presents, Dante’s wittle paw kept reaching under my mommy’s bedroom door because he could hear the paper and he wanted what was his.
I finally finished and Mommy let Dante out. Ya’ll, I kid you not, I couldn’t throw away the excess wrapping paper for anything because Dante started playing with it, lying on it, guarding it, etc.
The wrapping paper is still on the floor.
He is still doing such right now as I type this.
And so, again just like every year, we leave the leftover wrapping paper for him until he’s fully done with it.
I kid you not.
I won the battle, but I lost the war.
Ya’ll, this little white boy is a Christmas Wrapping Fiend (CWF).
Do ya’ll have any post-holiday stories to share? Especially if they involve animals and wrapping and/or bagging presents? Good, bad, everything in-between, please feel free to share!
You see the destruction? You see the carnage? You see it? No, really, do you see it?!
I took these last evening after a long, long day of post-Christmas shopping with my mommy. You see, people like mommy and me are kinda poor and so we do post-Christmas shopping for our friends & family and splurge a little on ourselves, too (I got glorious Santa chocolates, a new Transformers book & quite a few Batman: The Animated Series movies…yaaaass). It was a long day that was way, way too motherfucking hot (fuck you very much, Koch brothers & Co.), but otherwise a pretty good day.
So we come home and I take it upon myself to go ahead and wrap and bag the Christmas presents in the living room (which is where the pictures take place) while I’m watching my new Batman movies. Now, Dante isn’t all that difficult when I’m bagging presents-tissue paper and Christmas bags don’t interest him too much.
But when I got on the living room floor to start wrapping? Like with just about all cats…all bets were off. Dante pounced on the wrapping paper and ripped it up and put holes in it with his teeth and claws. He spread out all over the boxes like they were his territory. And he did this right when I already had the wrapping paper all measured out and ready to cut and tape! Gah! The nerve of him! Every freakin’ year, ya’ll!
I called for Mommy to come and help me and she did, bless her. It was just so hilarious: she took one of the wrapping papers (which were one of the ones I wanted to use) and tried to push Dante off my work area like that. Instead, he grabbed onto it, biting and kicking it…so she ended up just dragging him into her room by it because he wouldn’t let the damned thing go. And then she had to crack open the door just a tad to slip me the wrapping paper back.
And then? All the while I’m working on wrapping the presents, Dante’s wittle paw kept reaching under my mommy’s bedroom door because he could hear the paper and he wanted what was his.
I finally finished and Mommy let Dante out. Ya’ll, I kid you not, I couldn’t throw away the excess wrapping paper for anything because Dante started playing with it, lying on it, guarding it, etc.
The wrapping paper is still on the floor.
He is still doing such right now as I type this.
And so, again just like every year, we leave the leftover wrapping paper for him until he’s fully done with it.
I kid you not.
I won the battle, but I lost the war.
Ya’ll, this little white boy is a Christmas Wrapping Fiend (CWF).
Do ya’ll have any post-holiday stories to share? Especially if they involve animals and wrapping and/or bagging presents? Good, bad, everything in-between, please feel free to share!
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Date: 2015-12-27 11:04 pm (UTC)My mother gave my brother a kitchen knife, a nice sharp one, and from then on every time someone had a present needing to be cut open or have the tags removed, they would ask to borrow his handy knife to cut it. It may not be quite as sharp as it was when he unwrapped it.
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Date: 2015-12-28 06:09 pm (UTC)And wow! That sounds like quite a handy-dandy knife, even though it's not as sharp as it once was! :D
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Date: 2015-12-29 04:56 am (UTC)Also on my Christmas experience: at least four family members asked for and were given socks for Christmas and were happy about it. There were very many pairs of socks unwrapped that day! My niece has day-glo ones in seven different colours. Yep, socks make us all happy.
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Date: 2016-01-02 12:29 am (UTC)And, d'aaaw! Christmas socks are the best, I believe! Say, do you all like toe socks? Do you have toe socks in New Zealand? I love the things, especially when they have all these funk-a-delic patterns and whatnot. I have no shame in admitting that I always purposefully mismatch them. Why, I'm wearing a mismatched pair right now! :D
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Date: 2016-01-02 03:07 am (UTC)I like mismatched things! I like wearing socks in different colours, and sewing things out of scraps of different fabric.
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Date: 2016-01-02 04:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-12-28 05:53 am (UTC)He actually looks a lot like Muffin.. and she shares his taste for wrapping paper.
So it's late at night, Christmas Eve. I'm wrapping boxes because we need to give them to family tomorrow. I leave a cut of wrapping paper on the floor, because the table is not big enough to put it on (Barbie boxes, homg.)
Two seconds later, the cat is on it. When I try to move her, she digs her claws into the paper and play-bites me.
That was before I got the ribbon out, and while I was untangling them, she was trying to chase them all over the floor.
CWF indeed! I did finally get the presents wrapped, but it took Star removing Muffin from the room.
It sounds like you had a lovely Christmas. I hope your New Year is excellent, too!
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Date: 2015-12-28 06:13 pm (UTC)O.M.G. Muffin! Chasing the ribbon around?! That's even worse than Dante, my goodness!
And yes, I did have quite a wonderful Christmas and this New Years looks pretty promising, too! Thankies oh-so much, Red! :D