As I work and I slave…

…to make Christmas dinner, Mr. Pip takes it easy, refusing all entreaties to help in the preparation.

He claims to be professionally trained as a Chef, but beyond meowing at the turkey he has done little to demonstrate culinary skill!

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Pip, buried under blankets.

  • Al_the_Fish

    “Turkey, wtf? I wanted ham for Christmas.” – Pip, likely.

    Merry Christmas to Pip, Kathy and Arnie, and my hopes for you to have a peaceful and prosperous 2016.


  • G

    He’s peeking.

  • Norman_In_New_York

    Pip’s culinary expertise is limited to his tastebuds.

  • Alain

    Pip has much in common with my house cat, Mei Ling. She also comes to let me know she has just used her litter box to ensure that I immediately go clean whatever she has left.

  • Justin St.Denis

    By some trick of the stars, it just so happens that our Christmas coincides with the ancient celebration known to us word-speakers as “Feline Festivus”. On that day, cats around the world mark the occasion by doing sweet buggar all and letting their human servants “take care of the food thing” in the words of one “Banjo” meowing in from Calgary. “PattyCakes” in Oro-Medonte meows: “My servants are kosher. Ham is but a dream! But chicken? Mmmm…mmmm….call ya back later!” Meanwhile, “Monsieur Pip” in Toronto (could this be a coincidence? Does Pip have pretensions?) meowed up and informed: “This year, I made myself very clear. No pineapple on the ham, okay! They had better listen!” Oh! What meowy attitude!

    Have yourselves a Fantastically Fabulous Feline Festivus, folks!

  • Shebel

    Pip says if ‘ Looks or smells like Hag HISS—– Then it is over the balcony for me”.

    • Justin St.Denis

      Pip has a point, as usual.