|The Australian cattle herder awaits his Christmas stocking.|
|Do you herd what I herd?|
|Christmas catnip and the adolescent cat. *ecstasy*|
|This is my 17th Christmas. Catnip is for children.|
I choose to look beautiful
and comport myself with dignity.
|Except that this thing keeps|
following me around, guys. Guys?
|I am such a good boy. I know because|
this human keeps telling me so.