The humans are going to visit the Knittery Friend and her kin in the Big City to the South. They do this because they didn’t see one another over Yule and because children grow up so quickly and eternal friendship, blah, blah, blah.
We all know it’s because the Knittery Friend bakes.
So… The not-yet-delivered Yule parcels are packed and ready to take.
Taffy Cat is certain that the Knittery Friend must be receiving catnip mousies and has very selflessly offered to do quality control. Stand down, foul feline! You had two mice of your own at Yule and we all know that they both vanished not five minutes later. If you cannot keep track of your own toys, do not go bothering someone else’s.
On the other hand, if you wish to a) annoy the human female and b) fill up all the gift bags with cat hair, be my guest.
(later) We are here. Hug, hug. Yack, yack. The highly mobile children, I observe, are almost of an age to be suborned into my army. I shall have to keep my eye on them…
Ah! Time for presents. One of the gifts is this bottle of ink, for the Knittery Friend is also a lover of fountain pens.
I count five fonts on that box. Only three are legible, none of which is the name or color of the ink. Try plugging those squiggles into Google Translate! But hmmm…. My Loki Sense tells me that there is green ink in that box.
And my Growly Tummy tells me that capicola and mozzarella balls would make a very good afternoon snack.
The human female never feeds us anything this nice at home.