…who bore a striking resemblance to our next-door neighbor, Mr. Lundquist.
Photo credit: Andrea Schaffer
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
December 8, 2010 By
…who bore a striking resemblance to our next-door neighbor, Mr. Lundquist.
Photo credit: Andrea Schaffer
I would have the same expression on my face if I caught my Mommy kissing Santa Claws or the next door neighbor.
The Christmas Dramz Pageant continues…
Kitteh is all..”That’s the last time I eat lutefisk for breakfast! The things you see!”
What has been seen cannot be unseen…
Dear Santa,
What’ll you give me if I DON’T tell Dad?
Your friend,
The Littlest Blackmailer
LOL!
LOL ! to
(steepling fingers) Excellent!
Brilliant!!! How can I make this happen in my house? I want to use this!!!!
My, what a lovely French tip manicure your paws have, kitty!
guess what, daddy kissed the Santa too
*snorf*
Dun Dun Dun indeed, I beleive it’s known as a ‘sting’ in film circles.
Ahah! Awesome.
I sadly lost the magic of Christmas, by staying awake and seeing it was Dad not Santa. Still I was about ten and some smart arse kid would probably have told me, there’s know Santa. These days it would be the type of do gooder, that says Harry Potter is dangerous
Ahem, no Santa.
NooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I was around 8 years old when I saw my mommy kissing a neighbour at Christmas time. Was I jealous in behalf of my father…nooo.
I didn’t think he was hansom so my reaction was:
Huh, she can do better! And never said a word about it!
I was a weird little kid, still am I guess, weird that is not a little kid
NOMTOM, you “sleigh” me (hyuk, hyuk).
What!!! There’s no Santa??!!!
Kitty silently waits for the morning dove to fly in and scoop up the seed kitty spread out on the front door step. As the morning doves begin to swoop in kitty slowly opens his jaws in anxious anticipation of a morning dove making a miscalculation in his trajectory. Behind the door sits an old unused box of floss purchased many years ago to get the dove feathers out of his teeth.
Mr. Lundquist? NTMTOM grew up in Lake Wobegon!
Or Poulsbo! (Washington)
Yay Poulsbo! I’m in Silverdale!
It was the (cat)nip in the eggnog – Mom was under the influence.
(that’s her story and she’s sticking to it)
Kitty’s name has to be Spats, right?
What a beauty of a kit.
Agreed! Love the impeccable eyeliner.
Cat knows about Santa’s malfeasance down in Brainerd. Heck yeah, he knows!
Yah, you betcha.
(LOVE that movie!)
Yep, Mommy was, as they say, gettin’ some Friskies on the side.
And so now I shall be singing that song over and over all day today!
I love this kitty, by the way. So indignink!
The slit-pupils really make the expression, I think. They emphasize the WTF of the whole darn mess.
Faucet feet!
What a pretty kitty!
I think my kitty Rosa got the exact same expression on her face the day I brought our new puppy Tesla into the house.
Well, we kin unnerstan’ THAT!!! Who in (ya ready, Theresa?) tha Sam Hill,
tolja that you were allowed to GET a puppeh, much less bring it/ him/ her
INTO ROSA’s house????
The NERVE of some humans.
(Indignant sigh)
Whooo, Sam Hill! For the love of Pete!
I belive!
Believe, that is.
OMG, my father is a cheating bastard!
Maybe it was a sign of the changing times, but I remember hearing that song when I was a kid and thinking, “So what? A kiss? As long as they weren’t BOINKING under the mistletoe, it’s OK.”
This is the Mr. Kitty’s wife:
Thanks…this made my Friday. I am laughing so hard… What an expression!
OMG that is burned into brain forever!