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This is an entry of no real importance. T'is merely a quick drive-by picspamming for Christmas.
Firstly, yours truly in typical festive outfit.
You can probably easily imagine what everyone else might wear on Christmas day. I stand out a mile. Do excuse my red puffy face. Alcohol, there. Not a beauty treatment. This may also explain the really bad posing.
SHOES FOR THE WIN. I love them very dearly indeed. But I have been rechristened Dorothy.
And.........
My cats.
That's Spooky, who's just spent the last hour flirting with my other , male, cat. Rubbing him, washing him, rolling over and just generally following him around without any regard for Sonic's personal space whatsoever. He's a card. Look at this:
That's what kind of a cat he is. He's on the decoration box, doing.... God knows what, actually.
Meanwhile here's Cho, tarted up to the nines on Christmas Day.
Bliss. Not getting into the spirit of things.
No, I jest. Christmas Day is her birthday and she's always got her tongue out like that. Srsly.
There, all done.