As I type this, it’s evening on Christmas Day, so I hope that everyone had a wonderful Christmas. If you don’t celebrate Christmas, I hope that whatever you do celebrate was equally wonderful.
I’m currently sitting at my desk with Midnight sprawled out over one of the kitty beds. The little pink tongue isn’t out, but it’s been out a lot today. He is, of course, adorably ebulz, as any basement kitty should be.
Her Royal Highness Princess Buttercup has claimed the other kitty bed on the desk, and is curled up in it quite happily asleep. I’m not entirely sure where the Dread Kitty Westley has gotten to, but I’m sure I’ll find out sooner or later. Most likely when he wakes up from whatever he’s dreaming about and goes back to the normal business of berserker kitty.
The peace and quiet is rather nice.
It certainly beats fighting off kitties what think the human food is for sharing (it isn’t), or the ones who so enjoy that exotic paw massager called a keyboard. That’s not including the endless hours of entertainment watching them chase each other around the house (and occasionally fall over while they’re at it – got to love hardwood floors), trying and failing to leap onto desks and things (they tend to forget how to cat), and of course wrestling with each other while swearing fit to wake the dead.
The best I can offer on that front is that there’s no evidence of the dead waking up and wandering over for a cuppa, so I’m not going to complain. I don’t have the wherewithal for a proper cuppa in the house these days, since I mostly drink water, and I wouldn’t want to upset any post-vital visitors.
Tomorrow it’s back to the normal work life, so I’m enjoying the change of pace. Later I’ll enjoy the Tim-Tams the Husband arranged for me. One Tim-Tam. I need to be careful to make them last, after all.
Here’s to a happy, peaceful holiday season to everyone, and one that brings what you all want and need most.