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December 16, 2014 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Santa, please. A Time Share

With hopeful eyes, and a beckoning paw, Molly said, “I want a Time-Share for Christmas.”

A bit taken back, as we had no idea she desired a change of scenery. Had we disappointed her so much that she needed a separate vacation?

Victorian Christmas card. 2 boys on a ship's mast. Oxley Library, Queeensland:PD released. pub.date:Commons.wikimedia.com

Christmas just a sail away? (Victorian/Oxley Library, Queeensland/PD/Commons.wikimedia.com)

Concerned we approached the topic. “Exactly where would you go?”

“Go?” she looked puzzled. “The Time-Share would come here.

Now we are puzzled. “Here?”

(What has that RC Cat been slyly suggesting to her?)

“Yes. A nice doggie friend – one who likes to run and doesn’t mind their paws getting cleaned each time as we come inside. Don’t want to make any more work for you than necessary with a Time-Share.”

Taken back, at her kind thought process as well as the concept, we sputtered.

“Not sure how a visiting dog and Time-Share are leashed together. We don’t really have enough room for another dog.”

“But,” she persisted with the most serious eyes,

“That’s why a Time-Share would work perfectly.

The dog could show up for a time and leave when I’m too tired to share.”

“We can see you have put a great deal of though into this request. Isn’t the German a, uh, Time-Share?”

She snorted at the idea. “The German? She’s a Fishy Stink”

A startling revelation to us as the German has a standing appointment at the groomers.

Seeing our shock at harsh words about her playmate, Molly explained.

“You know, fish and visitors stink after three days. Definitely a Fishy Stink. No, the German’s a stay a bit too long bordering on intruder a sleep over. No profit in sharing there.

A Time-Share Dog with an expiration date. That’s what I want for Christmas.”

“Well,” we offered, “you can add that to your list for Santa. Maybe not chew it up when you’re done this time.”

She bounced off with a tail-wagging tune.

“He knows when you are sleeping. He knows when you’re awake. He sees the list when it’s written. Adding a stamp is just a waste.”

“RC told me that. She said deleting the list would keep it from falling into the wrong hands.”

Victorian Christmas card with cats/Nova Scotia Archives/USPD:pub.date/exp cr/Commons.wikimedia.org

Warm, fuzzy, and clever. Cats want you to believe they care.(Victorian /Nova Scotia Archives/USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

We should have guessed that.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Hope your week is jingling along.

Comment Break here until after Christmas

Thanks for stopping by!

See ya’ around the neighborhood. 

 

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Hush! Could that be Santa gathering lists? (Oh, please, take no notice of the nibbled end caps on the chair…Just making sure they are on tight….Some of them “fell” off…) ©

 

 

 

 

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