Hell! If I had known this is what they meant when they said certain types of behavior would cause Santa to leave nothing but Koal under the tree for me, I would have been a very bad boy, indeed! All that goodness - wasted - absolutely for nothing.

Of course, those who know anything of me and my history with cats, those who would suspect and rightly so, that even as I type these words the black cat lies just a few feet to my left, curled up in his box, would know that I would be instantly stricken by the photo of Koal and moreso by his story.

You call him "little guy" and the kitten photo of him is indeed reminiscent of my Little Guy, the original black cat, who I raised from the instant of birth to that terrible day 8.5 years later when he disappeared, never to be seen by me again. Happily, your little guy came back to you, and what a smart little guy he is, to hide the ornaments like that! He probably wanted to go to his own secret place, where he could have Christmas all year long.

May you have many years together!