
When I was little, Santa always left surprises for our dogs, cats, and other pets and sometimes we would receive gifts from our pets.
My husband and I are owned by a half-feral cat named, O'Malley. We have celebrated three Christmases with him and although he doesn't recognize it the way we do, he is happy to receive his shiny gift-wrap paper with a new toy and treats inside.
Our boy is getting bigger and at times he seems to be maturing and will rest quietly on his back with his paws in the air or stretched out on the guest bed in the room where I have my computer desk. I took so many pictures of him one day while he was playing with last year's Chrsitmas toy. The toy was retired at the end of the "photo shoot" because - as you will see - there was nothing left of it. He has toys he can play with anytime and others that I tuck away and take out for exercise.
Click on the image and you can see O'Malley in action.

A few picutres were a little blurry, but I had to include them to show his "wild side".
"Everyboyd wants to be a cat, because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at"...