People have asked me how Dammitt da Cat got his name. When he was a kitten he was (and still is) full of trouble.
Always into something, knocking stuff over and doing his best just to create havoc.
I was heard to yell more (much more) than once “dammitt quit that” or “dammit get off there”. There are more variations-but they all seemed to contain the word “dammitt”.
And you know what-he began to answer to it.
I found this picture of him when he was much younger.





As you see he did come by his name honestly.
So Hobbes don’t worry --Santa won’t forget you.
I think Santa makes an early trip just for cats and dogs to make sure they have their gifts. His is in the spare bedrooms closet all wrapped and everything. It smells like catnip so I know it wouldn’t be safe-he does have a way with wrapping paper.

But Hobbes do try to be good, dammit is.