Merry Christmas Shiva, you beautiful animal, you're our number one Christmas Cat! You've been waiting a long time for this day, haven't you? Preparing a delicious feast, cleaning night and day to get your litterbox spotless. You're a proud Christmas Kitten, and you wear your Santa hat well. Oh faithful kitten, what tidings did you bring? Hopefully glad tidings of joy. If they're tidings of another variety, please take your tidings elsewhere. 
Ashes has taken a liking to her new outfit. She's really getting into the spirit of Christmas this year, and has even put something into your stocking! Here's a clue...it's the same color as her fur, and burns really brightly. Give up? It's coal! Merry Christmas.
Goodness gracious, Professor, are you going to sleep all day? We have a delicious Christmas feast to get ready for. We're leaving this house in 15 minutes, and if you aren't ready you are going to be in BIG trouble. Did you hear me, PJ?
It's Christmas day where Dingo's from, and he's already opened all his presents. Dingo's owner got him a new bed in his favorite color and he's already gone to take a nap. Look how he loves it! Sleep well Mr. Lazy Bones!! Sleep well.
5 Cats Until Christmas!!!!!!!!!
This is the fourth year that Sarah Mullheim has had trouble wrapping her little brother's Christmas gift, and also the fourth year she has given him their pet as a present. 
Lawrence just came in from chopping some wood for the fireplace. Brr! Isn't it cold, Lawrence? Yep, you're right, it IS a good thing you wore your coat! Baby genius, this one.
Ralph has been known to eat snowflakes that gently come to rest upon his larger than life eyelashes.
10 Cats Until Christmas! 
Oh Violet, you've misplaced your bow! How silly of you! Maybe next time you should take 'getting a head start' on your Christmas wrapping a little less seriously...
Long ago in Catvia, felines were bred by the magical prowess of Catvian priestess Mama Gambuti. Her magic was well known throughout the land as capable of beautiful, yet terrifying things. Of all her creations, she prized Harrision the Lionhearted most, and within his body she placed a sacred scroll of unimaginable power. When Harrison came of age, this scroll would exit his body and bring knowledge and intelligence to the minds of cats everywhere, forever upsetting the balance of life as we know it.
Lucky was the first of eleven kitten from the prized litter of a wealthy California fisherman. Lucky's father taught him to angle from the moment his eyes first opened, though he never quite took to fishin' with his paw. 
Elvira's graduation picture, while considered one of her more attractive photos, was not appropriate to use for Christmas cards this year.
Candice is very grumpy with you, Brendan Golle. She hates having her photo taken, and is utterly disgusted with you for sending it to us. We, however, thank you for your submission. Candice would probably been happier with you if you had left her little kitten head connected to the rest of her body before taking this photo. Tsk, tsk. 
And how many times have you watched A Charlie Brown Christmas, Mindy?
Like Vasilia, Goddess of the Wind, Stormie is known to be a kind and generous deity. With the softest of fur, she brushes up against your legs like a gentle breeze. Ever the caring soul, she provides a cooling touch to all that suffer from the heat. During the Christmas season, however, she gets her ghetto booty up to Buffalo Wild Wings and scarfs some mondo spicy chix wingz.
Precious. My dear Precious. Have you been into the Christmas Cookie jar again? No? Well it certainly looks like it, fatty.
Whiskers is running a little behind schedule with his Christmas photo this year. Here he was, all set to take the photo...when tragedy struck.
Christmas is coming up quickly, and Mosely still can't decide what presents to get his friends! He's been pacing around the house, meowing obnoxiously, staring blankly out windows, and grinding his nails on things in frustration, but nothing seems to help. Keep at it Mosely, I'm sure you can come up with at least one good idea!
Here's to all you kittens out there that wake up extra early to check their stocking only to find that Santa forgot to send you the Mad Libs you'd asked for. Guess he must have been confused by the Christmas list you sent:
Professor Meowmers is a tenured instructor in the Classics department.
Having always been somewhat less approachable than his friends, Dustin was left to his own devices throughout his later ears.
It's been a long two days of Thanksgiving for Gibby. She's been in this chicken suit since before the big din, and can't take it off until she licks all of the turkey bones clean. Only 53 left to go! Please, no intestine piercings.
From this photo, you might ascertain that Carol Beenis is just a sleeping cat, tired after a long day of meowing. But you'd be wrong. She is dead.
Herman Kibblebottom was born a reindeer, but destiny had other things in mind. As we all know, Santa's workshop has had to change their production line a bit since the PS3 droopped below $300. The Elves have had to dip their toes into the previously untouched realm of 3-D gaming, and as they attempted to modernize, were forced to toss out their first twenty or so failed models. These junk gaming systems sat in an enormous radioactive pile for months, growing ever more powerful and dangerous...
The Russians began training spy cats in 1989 when "All Dogs Go to Heaven" suggested that animals could return from the dead to spoil their plans for world domination. Sadly, most of the cats were never completely trained in the subtle art of disguise, and were shot by the American military as strays. Though issued a set of spectacles connected to a human nose, the cats proved unable to integrate themselves into the American military, and the Russian commanders soon replaced the project with a better one.
Old Sniffer, as his friends call him, has developed a terrible case of Athletes Foot due to his involvement in the PNCKC (Panama National Cat Kicking Contest). Doctors did all they could, but in the end, had to call in a veterinarian. Old Sniffer was told that the amputations would begin in January and that he would lose all four paws. 
Making the most of the Indian Summer, Absolom decides to mow his lawn one last time. Unfortunately, his little kitten feet can't reach the pedals! Oh, Absolom!! Good thing he insured his lawn against cat-astrophies!!
" This little piggy went to Christmas!" said Dormunkus as he donned his favorite Santa costume. 
A warm welcome to Mittens Blunderbuss, our Wednesday Christmas Kitty. Hailing from Worthville, Kentucky( population 215), she bring some southern twang and small town charm to our otherwise big city livin' blog. For Christmas she is hoping to not be picked last for the all-town cat volleyball game. You can do it, Mittens, all that practice is finally paying off!
