Just because you gacked up a hairball underneath the Christmas tree (and all over my adorable snowman-decorated, felt tree skirt) does not mean that the hairball (and accompanying, ahem, "sauce") is a present of any sort. For that matter, I don't enjoy cleaning up your hairball "surprises" anywhere else other than the linoleum, so if you really want to give me a gift, kindly restrict all barfage to either the kitchen, bathrooms or front hallway. Okay? Thanks.
(PS - that is just a picture of the cat in her favorite spot under the tree, NOT a picture of her with hairballs in any form.)