Look. I told you, I’m not going to the office Christmas party this year. I think everyone remembers what happened last year. Sure, it was all fun and games until someone spiked the water bowl and the last thing I remember was waking up with eggnog on my breath and tinsel in my fur.
No siree. This year I’ll be at the animal shelter, working on my list for Santa. I’ve been mostly good, so I’m hoping he’ll take me off the “naughty” list this year….Come meet me at the Friday Harbor Animal Shelter.
Yours Truly, Charlie Girl