|Were you a good girl this year, Whisky?|
Whisky : YES!
Are you ready for your Christmas present?
Whisky : YES YES YES!
|Here you go!|
Whisky : YUM MEE!
|*chew chew chew*|
|Whisky : HEY! Where did you come from?|
Tutu : What are you nomming?
|Tutu : Let me have a bite! Or I'll pull this towel from under your paws!|
Whisky : Oh, just go away, will you?
|Tutu : But it smells really nice! Just a bite. ONE small bite. Please?|
|* B I T E *|
|Whisky : You said a small bite. That was an enormous bite. You brat! Give it back!|
Tutu : NO!
|Tutu : I know! I'll take this back to my cage...|
|Tutu : Dang it. That thing's HEAVY. I think I sprained my jaw|
|Whisky : I can't believe you gave me a bath. On Christmas day!|
But sweetie, I had to or you'll smell!
|Whisky : Oh, for goodness sake. Not you again!|
Tutu : But I like being near to you
|Whisky : I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas that did not involve a bath!|
Santa got caught in a terrible traffic jam due to the thunderstorms but it'll be Christmas all over again once he gets here! :)