*Pout*

I hate New Years... I hate New Years... I HATE NEW YEARS!

UGH! New Years means one thing, the Masquerade, and do you know what happens at the masquerade? Erik leaves me, alone, in the lair... I hate it! Last year I even put on a little tutu in hopes he would bring me, but he just smiled and left! I hear Christine is going to be going... and of course Erik is more then ecstatic to get to dance with her again... Especially with the Viscomte out of town... After overhearing Meg's dilemma with Madame over the white dress I am less then pleased with who is going to be wearing it! Why can't they both wear the same dress! They can be twins! Well... Erik is getting the Red Death costume ready... when he leaves he better kiss that Mannequin good-bye!
Words cannot describe the amount of rage these paws are pressing the keys in... Raoul is her mate isn't he? Then why is she... UGH! As long as he doesn't bring her back here, I don't care... as long as I sleep in a little ball next to Erik tonight, I'm happy.

I hope she doesn't break his heart again...

Christmas Morning!

Needless to say, I was surprised to see Erik decide to stay in the lair today, perhaps Madame and Meg will join Nadir and I when we have Christmas Dinner together, if Erik decides to partake. Well, then there's the matter of them receiving their gifts. I lack the correct appendages to wrap gifts successfully, but I think I did a nice job picking them out! I have a nice satin white ribbon for Meg, since she likes to put them in her hair and such. For Madame, I was very proud of the Rat I caught, but Erik confiscated it, so instead I decided upon a nice polish for cane up-keep. Then there was the matter of finding something for Erik... but I feel leaving his mannequin of Christine alone for a month with satisfy him... plus, I wrote him a nice song, granted the measures all have paw prints on them, but he's a clever man, I'm sure he'll figure it out!

I can't wait to claw through that wrapping paper later... <3

Holiday Cheer

Well, the holidays are fast approaching, I can tell from the way Erik is locking himself up writing a new song or two for that dim witted little soprano he loves so much... if only he would appreciate me when I sang his Operas... my voice is better anyway... and I have double her brains! Anyway, my litter box has recently been lined with the shredded script of DJ:2, which once again has no mention of me in any of it... curse that man who wrote such garbage...

Meanwhile, back to the more important things, I've seen Erik also toiling away of a small gift for me. I get a little peek when he's passed out on his keys, but in the closet there seems to be a scratching post of sorts, with Gerik's face on it! Of course I'd much rather one of that bratty little soprano, but Gerik is just as satisfying to claw... I shall be patient and sharpen my claws for the occasion...

Typing is Easier...

Since I've seen Erik clicking violently at these keys, I've taken a fondness to pressing my paws against the keys. I once tried to make a journal, but Erik took the pen from my mouth when I spilled the ink everywhere... however, this is a new age, where perhaps even a kitten may chronicle her versions of the happenings in this madhouse...