Tokki and cookies

The First Sunday of Advent is over and only three more weeks for Christmas are remaining. Are you just as impatient as we are? My female master lit a candle on Sunday right before lunch, maybe as a memorial to the poor chicken that disguised them self as a golden steak. I still don’t understand why we have that thorny disc with four candles when she only lit just one. And in addition I neither couldn’t eat the white balls that looked like coconut ones, nor the one that looked like cranberries in sugar.

She said: ,,Shoo Tokki, you have your food in the bowl”. You do know where you can shove your dog food, right? You eat steaks and expect me to be fine with just dog granules? As a sign of rebellion I started a hunger strike. I pushed the bowl with my muzzle (she calls it flatzzle) right in front of the toiled (you understand the point, right) and walked into bed and laid down on the pillows to make them flat.

After then my female master came back to the room and began packing the presents (So now I’ve got the power to tell everyone what they will get from Christmas). But for some reason, I haven’t seen any presents for me in that huge pile of items. That made me so upset, again, that I turned my back on her and went to sleep. If I won’t find anything under the damned tree I’ll eat her slippers, there is no other way.

After half an hour she screamed DONEEE so loudly that I jerked awake. She made so much hype about the presents that I had to go and see how do they look. I must admit they look pretty good, but the packages we made for our winners in our candle-charity-contest were way more better looking. And the content was for sure better than those random scraps she wrapped. Well, just see for yourself.

P.S. I canceled the hunger strike at 13:24 local time. I found out that it is not worth to die right before Christmas.