Since I don't expect to be available between five this afternoon and rather late tomorrow, here:
I love that Fish has gotten so abundantly rotund. She is enormously fun to snuggle and is, in fact, splorked quite happily against my leg as I write this from bed. Tazendra is in the other room, where she has discovered a magical window that disgorges all-day sunbeams. Sif is, presumably, snoring underneath the loveseat where she has taken to hiding, only making forays out to watch movies with us:
The cats are, against all expectations, settling in beautifully, and seem very, very happy here. No vengeance pooping, nothing.
Merry Christmas, youall. Travel safe, come home safe, enjoy yourselves, and remember that I adore you.
I will see you on the other side! With more pictures!