When Pussies Go Crazy

By | December 24, 2008

Pussy Gone CrazyYesterday was my last day in work. Hurray! It was quiet but Busty and I just couldn’t be bothered to do much. After all the boss hasn’t paid us a Christmas bonus this year, bought us a card or even a bottle of cheap plonk. The miserable bastard!

When Busty mentioned the lack of that little something to her line manager, they replied that things were a bit behind and it would probably be paid in our January pay. She pointed out, “What is the point in having a Christmas bonus in January, when it is needed in December when there is so much outlay?”.

When will people realise that paying a bonus once a year pays back in dividends. You want to pull out the stops for an employer who appreciates your hard work and rewards you for it. As it stands at the moment I can’t be arsed to pull up any trees for them in 2009, he can go swivel.

Bah humbug!

Because it was the last day we would be seeing each other until the New Year, we exchanged gifts today. When I got home I placed her present to me under the tree with the others.

Alex and I ate dinner and then disappeared off to do the Christmas shop because he had been out at lunchtime and noticed just how little food was left on the shelves. Why has everyone gone mad this year? It’s like food is in short supply.

We went to the usual supermarket we shop at and the shelves were scantly stocked. There were lots of things I couldn’t buy so we got what we could and went to another supermarket. As luck would have it, they had the balance of the list in stock. I was so relieved because the other option was to go back to the first supermarket some time between 12 midnight and 7am when their deliveries come in.

It was about 9.15pm when we eventually got back. We unpacked and I put the kettle on for a cuppa. As the kettle boiled I went in to the living room to turn on the tree lights and was greeted with a bit of a surprise.

My cat had been under the tree, selected Busty’s present and proceeded to kick the shit out of it. The paper was hanging off and he was nowhere to be seen. The little bugger! I asked Alex to rewrap it for me so I could still open it on Christmas day.

I wonder if he was pissed off that I hadn’t bought him anything and decided to become a cat burglar. Lol