Reindeer Tossing: Another Tallulah Christmas Tradition

Those of you who read my blog might remember the one about Tallulah's fascination with the Christmas tree.

For 2012, she's switched to messing with the mantle -- especially with the reindeer [gift from one of my SCHS students back in 1999 -- I kept it because of that Prince song -- I was gonna post a link to the song here, but it's got copyright laws for the audio -- and why that Prince song means something to me is not relevant for this blog -- maybe later, maybe not later.]

In her words:

Yes, I sit on the mantle. 

At night. 

In broad daylight.

Too.

*drum beat*

Cuz.

I can.

It beckons to me like tree, but the tree is boring.  

Been there.

Done that.

The mantle begs me to jump for it.

Cuz.

*drum roll*

 

Stuff to push around.

Smell.

Investigate.

Ignore.

Mostly that.

It's high.

I shouldn't.

So. 

I do.

Cat. I. Am.

Not bird.

Or dog.

Not that. Or it. Or them.

 Then I see.

*blinks*

Ridiculous red reindeer.

Red. 

Why?

Not realistic at all.

And.

Totally unworthy of position.

*raises paw in protest*

Smells too.

Like attic boxes.

Or.

Mice.

Not a fan of vermin.

Ever.

*licks paws*

 So.

Last night.

Dumped him.

Reindeer overboard.

*snickers*

Pushed his red self to the floor. 

*boom, chicka, bow wow*

Picked him up by his antlers and tossed him like a bad salad.

 Easy peasy.

 Now.

Look.

Another interloper.

 

Sock monkey. 

Eh.

 More ridiculousness.

AND

Easier pickings than reindeer.

Like birds.

He goes.

Tonight.

Or tomorrow.

Depends.

On mood.

Or.

Necessity.

It's me.

Or him.

Even though there really is no competition.

Much more fabulous

Is I.

And.

Sock monkey?

Waste of the word "sock."

Later.

Need a nap after all of that rapping.

:-)