I don't want much for Christmas. My needs are few. What I really wanted the most was for my mom to help me say hello to my furriends.
After I let it be known that I don't want much...a horrible thing happened. My mom called me a cheese snob! What? Not only that...a sock snob! I'm hurt.
How could this have happened?
Well....um, I suppose maybe if I think about it, I did kind of turn up my nose at the
Swiss cheese I was offered. And the medium sharp cheddar too. And the Irish cheddar as well.
I only want the limited edition extra sharp four year vintage Tillamook white cheddar. Once you've had it you'll never go back.
And about the socks. I've been caught only singing to my dad's wool socks. The wool blend and fleece socks are now not good enough for me.
I'm not a kitten anymore. I'm going for what I want in life.