“In the flowers? You think I was in the flowers? Why would you think that?”

Someone doesn’t want me to check my e-mail before leaving for work.

Just a note: We do, in fact, have heat in the house. Not that you could tell by the way those two are cuddled up together.

Or the way Kit is currently, pitifully, leaning against my legs, as if attempting to warm her poor, cold self against any heat source she can find.

What? WHAT?!

Don’t tell him that bookcase gives him a double chin.

Crinkle crinkle! Crinkle crinkle crinkle crinkle!

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It feels like something is blocking the heat in the living room…

“What? Me? I wouldn’t attack the Christmas tree! No way!”

“Pay no mind to the furry gift under the tree.”

Many furry thanks to Diana who provided fresh, homemade, catnip toys to Kit and Kat!

Yes, Kit really is that much smaller than Kat.

“I have no idea why I keep falling off Grandmom’s ottoman.”

Or more accurately, Kat Blogging.