Christmas Angel

 Look, Mom! I’m a Christmas Angel!

 

 I’d like to see if these wings will actually let me fly!!

 

What do you mean I’m no angel and I’m getting coal instead of catnip for Christmas? Just because I like Jenga’s food better than my own and run him off from his bowl? Just because I’ve discovered the wonders of butter and will eat it straight out of the butter dish? Just because I’ve claimed the kitchen table – and every other food table in the house as my own? I promise to be good and an angel from now on! (Well, at least until Christmas morning!!) 

I want food

The following series of photos is of me trying to eat my grandmama’s sandwich – she didn’t let me! Bummer!

Is that roast beast I smell?

Yep, it sure is!

May I have some, Please?

Here, let me help to move your hand closer to my mouth.

I said please.

What do you mean, “No?”

It’s a good thing I love you.