The Christmas gift

Me: ''Look Mister M! There's a Christmas gift for you! »

''Oh, so Santa FINALLY picked my gift. What is it? A toaster?''

Me: ''No! It's a gift from Grandma.''

''Really? What is it?''

Me: ''I don't know. I guess you'll have to open it.''

''It's not a kitten, right? Like on the front of the bag?''

Me: ''I don't know... Why are you asking? Wouldn't you like a kitten?''

''You must be kidding me.''

Me: ''What are you doing?''

''I like this paper. Is it my gift?''

''Red is my favourite colour.''

Me: ''No kitty... Here's your gift.''

''A big bag of treats?!''

''Turkey flavour...''

''I'm so moved! Thank you Grandma! You made my dream come true!''

Me: ''We'll take your picture and send it to Grandma.''

''Yes.''

''My treats. My wonderful, tasty little treats...''

Me: ''Wait! I didn't take the picture yet!''

 ''AAaaaaaaaaarrrggghhhhh!!''

''Miiiiiiine!''

Me: ''Hold on Tiger! I'll give you one.''

 ''Oh my God.''

 ''Nomnomnom...''

Me: ''Now I'll put the bag away. You'll get another treat tonight.''

''Don't forget it's MY gift. Nobody else is allowed to eat MY treats.''

Me: ''We won't eat your treats for sure!''

''By the way, when did you give me the first one? It is tonight already?''

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