Christmas Follies
I think I'm finally getting on top of Christmas presents. Everyone's good to go (except for Janet who won't tell me what she wants - though in fairness, I'm reciprocating on that). Spot was mad at me for clearly bringing home wonderful new toys and then hiding them from him. He doesn't really understand Christmas. He also think our tree is the HOLY COW BEST JUNGLE GYM EVER!!! I came out of the office the other day and all I see is this cat head sticking out of the middle of the tree. He's managed not to be caught in it too often after that, and also not knock the whole thing over...but it's probably only a matter of time.
And speaking of decoration-related violence, it's taken something as cool as a Christmas tree to take Spot away from his previous favorite target - my Nativity folks. Specifically, Magi Gaspar (yes, the Magi have names, look it up). Luckily, my magi are pretty sturdy and my living room is carpet, so a fall from a short bookshelf isn't going to be fatal. My only concern was for Joseph, because he's got outstretched hands that I could imagine breaking off. But my cat only seemed interested in Wise Men. So of course, my husband goes lunging after the cat on an unrelated matter and he knocks Joseph over and breaks off one of Joe's hands. I'm currently on the prowl for my crazy glue. I just can't have anything nice in the apartment, haha...
I should break off for a moment and acknowledge the long-anticipated passing of our zombie-fish, O'Malley. I participated in my second betta fish ground burial, so O'Malley's little fishie spirit swims in the big tank in the sky, but his body is rejoining the earth. Seems like no one I know flushes their fish.
And speaking of decoration-related violence, it's taken something as cool as a Christmas tree to take Spot away from his previous favorite target - my Nativity folks. Specifically, Magi Gaspar (yes, the Magi have names, look it up). Luckily, my magi are pretty sturdy and my living room is carpet, so a fall from a short bookshelf isn't going to be fatal. My only concern was for Joseph, because he's got outstretched hands that I could imagine breaking off. But my cat only seemed interested in Wise Men. So of course, my husband goes lunging after the cat on an unrelated matter and he knocks Joseph over and breaks off one of Joe's hands. I'm currently on the prowl for my crazy glue. I just can't have anything nice in the apartment, haha...
I should break off for a moment and acknowledge the long-anticipated passing of our zombie-fish, O'Malley. I participated in my second betta fish ground burial, so O'Malley's little fishie spirit swims in the big tank in the sky, but his body is rejoining the earth. Seems like no one I know flushes their fish.