|The cat from National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.|
"I'm just messing with him," Inka said after pretending to gnaw on Christmas lights. "He's such a tool."
Come on now, Inka. He's not that bad. I mean, sure he worries about dog hair on the couch, and OK right... he's got this thing about making sure Inka's not clawing the coffee chairs. And, yeah, maybe he's a bit too concerned about paws off the table, but you know... he was only doing it for Inka's protection.
"Maybe we should put up those scats again," Elle says. No, please don't. Those scare the crap out of me. Seriously. Random PSSTs! going off left and right. It's enough to make me wet myself, and you sure as hell don't want that happening.
If Inka would just stop investigating the X-mas tree, perhaps maybe we could have a regular holiday. You know? Just us, chilling in the sun. Maybe a present or two. That's all I really want.
Well... Merry X-mas, anyway.