Fleece Navidad: tolerated or furrious?

It is an amusement, this Fleece Navidad, that has all of staff all giddy.

We must admit the chosen theme song is quite jolly.

Ear twitching.

Worth a tail swish or two.

The cadence does seem to keep staff moving quickly.

So while We do not encourage frivolity, as it detracts from focused adoration of Ourselves, it pleases Us to allow this festive mood just before Christmas.

And  it would be cruel to take away all the toys from the child-like staff.

Besides, the Fleece Navidad celebratory costumes are bright and sparkly.

And soft to sleep upon.

Though tolerating the outfits is as far as We are willing to go.

Activities featured on some of the Fleece celebration costumes are concerning.

What it all this about inviting ducks to visit during the holidays?

Ducks! Anyone with a brain can see that is a featherbrained idea.

While ducks could offer feathers as tribute, they, how can We put this delicately, leave rather smelly calling cards.

We have already counseled the Molly that ducks should not be welcomed.

While the Molly is not of the same mind, she has assured Us that the new arrival ducks are completely afraid of her and will not even come close enough for her to terrorize them  to say hello on the banks of the lake.

We are pleased with this despite the sadness of Our subject.

This is equally disrespectful to Us, the RC of the Realm:

Obviously inappropriate.

Our chosen spot is in front of the fire. No other is to even consider approaching that location.

There are suitable spots to observe Our magnificence available at a distance.

And besides, that roasting…it conjures up such delicious…

What? No We are not drooling!

Step back.

We need space to consider Our response with a cool fur!

You have been warned.

We are not amused.

Purrhaps tolerating this Fleece Navidad is unwise.

We shall consider alternative holiday uniforms. Ones more appropriate.

Yes, yes. Our wisdom is amazing to Ourselves on occasions.

(You may applaud delicately.)

We shall offer these to replace of the Fleece Navidad costumes.

More fitting for the seasonal temperatures.

(Staff! What is that AC setting on? We are feeling damp. Dunderhead! Damp from the humidity. WE do not sweat, fool! The idea.)

Yes. Yes. We shall assemble staff and demand strongly recommend this apparel substitution  with the threat of unexpected ankle attacks if not accepted.

While the front selection is green (humans seem convinced green is better for all), We shall sit on that one.

(Our great fluff shall obscure it…fluff not rear, who are you to say such oddness to US?). 

Red is good. Our preference.

The cautionary color may silently warn staff to tread carefully.

And We shall be able to scratch marks in either the Naughty or Nice columns as earned by staff.

Ah, simply delightful.

The simpletons are so worried about some List of Judgement.

Apparently there’s some office pool or something where gifts go to those nice.

We shall use this to Our advantage.

Things are already looking brighter. (Look! Move quickly. Out of the way! There’s a shiny…oh, nevermind. We were not really interested.)

Walk with Us now.

And observe.

Learn.

Although We are bemused by staff’s childlike beliefs, this Fleece Navidad frivolity, We wish they comprehended the real Fleece of Christmas.

The Christmas Fleece is silent and hidden away most of the year.

Yet it quietly appears, mostly unobserved, each year.

There. Pay attention.

My paw is pointing.

Fleece of the Nativity

There is the real Fleece of the Navidad: the lamb.

By the angels surrounding the manger scene.

He is so pure.

Unappreciated.

NO! We are not drooling and twitching.

We are overcome with reflection.

As RC of this realm, We feel called to protect this rare fleece.

We shall snatch escort the Fleece of the Nativity to a spot of safety.

Yes. This fleece will fit in well among Our mousie collection.

Hurry.

We must move with great speed and stealth.

Flee! Staff approaches.

Sigh.

Every year it is the same:

We rescue this fleece of the Nativity.

Then staff intercepts and rudely jerks the fine fleece out of Our possession.

Their actions are intolerable.

We yearly scold them for this.

The fleece does not be wished to be raised in a barn.

It is Our wish to mouth and bat about offer suitable surroundings.

Staff is so misguided.

And We do not appreciate comments about the fleece getting fleas.

Come. We shall skulk off and retreat to plot retire to the sunny room.

You have Our permission to delicately pat the spot above Our eyes to soothe Us.

(Perhaps this one is trainable?)

Shall We consider a compromise? Staff may have their Fleece Navidad, and We, Our precious little one?

To fleece, their own?

Delightful.

We shall meditate on this possibility.

Alone.

Permission to withdraw is granted.

Adieu

The paw is waving!

And don’t forget to leave an open can of food in the doorway as tribute.

I am RC Cat and I approve this message.

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