Since my "creature" was stirring, not chasing a mouse, but nowhere was safe for the wrapped gifts in my house.
I had to resort to a new gift holding bay, aka my laundry closet, to hold all the packages that were left to wrap for the big day.
The bandit succeeded to rip holes in the packages and sneak through the house to wreak havoc in my ribbon bag access.
He meowed not a word but went straight for the finished items and struck without warning, my reprimands gone unheard.
There is not much more entertainment than a cat after ribbon, even more hysterical when the holiday is looming. **
**I never told you I was a poet. I hope everyone is having a Holly Jolly Holiday Season!