Good Bye Don Juan

Good riddance!  Another year behind us with the freak gone.  Shakes piggy head.  I think I will need therapy this year to get over some of the antics that Don Juan did to us this year.  He has no morals.  No standards.  Not anything good is in his twisted little body.  He is bad.  Real bad.

The night before Christmas, dad was going to set out donuts and a Coke Zero for Santa.  I know that’s a weird combination but dad assured me that was what Santa wanted – Shakes piggy head.  You know what they say, “Don’t argue with your elders”.  Snorts with piggy laughter.

Dad went to go get the donuts and he found Don Juan was in his bag.  The little brat ate all of the donuts but one.  Daddy said Santa was *not* going to be happy.

So Don Juan – goodbye.  Good riddance.  Don’t let the door hit you on the butt on the way out of the Hotel Thompson.  Until we see each again, may you see nothing but darkness.  And watch out little guy – we will be prepared for you next year.  Oh yes… we will – evil piggy snorts.

 

HA – Never Fear Friends

Photo Credit: Chattanooga Times Free Press

 

25 Days of Christmas

 

25 Days of Christmas

 

25 Days of Christmas

 

25 Days of Christmas

 

25 Days of Christmas

 

That’ll Teach The Little Elf Freak

Meow our fellow followers.  Hemi here for your amusement.  We told you the little freak Don Juan would go down.  We may have pushed him over the edge last night.  Talk about getting even.

We waited until everyone here at the Hotel Thompson went to sleep.  In fact, we even acted like we were sleeping.  Then when darkness came down and the snoring from the humans started, me and Houdini crept into the living room to wait for the creep.. I mean Don Juan to make his nightly visit.

That’s when we heard him.  He was in the liquor cabinet.  That is strictly off limits.  You have to be over five feet to enter that zone and trust me guys – he is not.  He barely makes it over 10 inches.  He crawled up into the cabinet and made himself a Bloody Mary – one of mom’s precious favorites.

When he wasn’t looking, I put some Tabasco sauce in the drink.  Have you heard of the book Fifty Shades of Grey?  Well, that little rascal turned fifty shades of various red after choking down the hot sauce.  Meows and rolls around laughing.  Score for the ninja kitty!

 

25 Days of Christmas

 

25 Days of Christmas