Monte is all snuggled up in his holiday print fleecy throw picked up at an after Christmas sale. I decided to crochet an edge around it to pretty it up for gift giving next year and went in search of yarn. When I returned, less than two full minutes later, there he was on top of it all hunkered down. Defiantly refusing to budge and looking up at me as if to say – Oh yeah? Make me! As if he didn’t already have a large enough collection of season appropriate, fleecy blankets of his own. I reached for it. He looked at me with a warning scowl, as if to say - Back away from the blanket and nobody needs to get hurt. I thought - Okay then, so Christmas in February it is. Still even though I realized resistance on my part would be futile, I did attempt my best to reason with him one last time, imploring – But what of the poor children in true need living in poverty next Christmas? Staring unconcernedly up at me indifferent, he turned his head away as if to say – So what of it? Let them eat cake! Then without a worry, care, concern in the world, he promptly passed right out.
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