|Tutu : What's going on out there? What's in that big box? Why are we locked in here?|
Whisky : I have my lasers on high beam just in case
|After much hesitation, we decided to risk putting up the Christmas tree...|
|Ling : Jeeez. Stop shouting already. I was just getting a closer look at the tree|
|Ling : You better not get up the table, Cosmo. Mommy's got the water bottle ready...|
Cosmo : But that's MY table! How am I supposed to scratch on my carpet with that tree in the way?
|Tutu : Oh, stop fretting. I'm not even interested in the tree|
We were mighty relieved Ms Tutu didn't attempt to eat the tree. She loves to lay under the tree but doesn't mess with it
|Tutu : That Christmas tree is B.O.R.I.N.G. I like toys that *move*. Heeheehee|
Ling : Crap. That brat is up to something, isn't she?
|Ling : Why would I be interested in that boring old tree when I have my mouse?|
|...that is able to provide hours of fun?|