So this is... Christmas, I guess
Heh. Kitten went out about 5 hours ago and I haven't heard a peep since... Guess that agoraphobia's getting better then? Unless of course she's gone next door to claim asylum, or been eaten by the foxes (bit unlikely as she probably outweighs our local foxes by a few pounds at this point. Kitten is a heavy kitten at the mo.)
Of course, I don't have an icon for Kitten, but this one of her predecessor is about as festive as my icons get... Herself was a more conventionally pretty cat, who knew how to purr and didn't believe in chewing people's hands. Kitten has a little black snub roman nose, and a smudge of white to one side. There's nothing symmetrical or matching about her - there are white flecks all down one flank where the black fur patches that fell out after her hernia op grew back white, so she looks like she's been flicked with paint. Considering Kitten thrives on chaos and destruction (she is become death Kitten, destroyer of christmas trees), it all seems slightly appropriate.
It's now gone 1am on Christmas Day, and I think I've finally wrapped the last present. Probably. There was much shopping today (yesterday?) and I bought far too many presents yet again. The present-buying isn't even really about the rabid consumerism, as such; it's just another form of distraction to keep myself amused. Christmas, for all intents and purposes, is practically over now, Christmas Eve usually being the last remotely pleasant day of the season, and as I don't intend spending another Christmas living here, I really don't want to go to bed and make it finally be over. I've also spent far too much money, but hey, it was kinda fun wandering round aimlessly. Present buying is an artform, to my mind.
Christmas Day this year has a 90% probability of being pretty much hell.. there's no way everyone will behave themselves, the way this week has gone, and even my usual Christmas Eve night routine has been totally wrecked. The Doodle Dog has been sick and, generally, omens are not good...
But hey, I managed to find cashmere cardigans for half price today (mmmm, cashmere!) and, all things going to plan, this will absolutely be the last Christmas I spend living here. Which means spending a hell of a lot less money next year, compared to my scarily spendthrift ways at the mo. But it's not really viable, any more, staying here, and I have to finally do something about that.
But, hey. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night...