The big day is here and we are about to embark on a gift liberation mission, freeing the many lumpy but brightly wrapped offerings under the tree from their red and green confines.
Unlike last year, we managed to make it to the big day without Seymour the Wonder Cat opening and eating his present two days before Christmas. It was a lesson learned, this year there’s nothing with catnip under the tree. Besides, he doesn’t need it … he has his very own catnip plants now and has turned into something of a pothead.
Norman, on the other hand, seems to be one of those cats who isn’t really affected by catnip. Good thing, too. She’s crazy enough already.
Anyway, Merry Christmas and happy festivities one and all, and to everyone turning up here later for the annual Christmas barbecue: I’ll be mixing drinks today but not partaking.
Bugger.