These don't really depict our Christmas, but they are fun (funny?).
One morning, Mom, William, Gloria, and I were in the kitchen. We could hear Screamer in the laundry room, but didn't think much about it really. Mom just thought he was digging in the litter box. Until we heard this crash and swooshing noise. As it turned out, Bad Cat wasn't digging in the litter box. He was chewing a hole in the bag of Emmit's cat food. (Emmit is my mom's cat.) And not only did he chew a hole in the bag, he also knocked it off of the counter and onto the floor where the bag broke and spewed kitty kibble all over the floor. He doesn't look to disappointed with his work, does he?
I thought the poem said "The STOCKINGS were hung by the chimney with care..." But when Santa came to our house on Christmas Eve, he must have forgotten that. I think this says "The Greenies and cat toys were hung by the chimney with care..."
Mom took this one. Check out Screamer's eyes. I think he must be some alien life form disguised as a cat...a very bad cat. "Look into my eyes..." Hannah looks like she is hanging on for dear life, as if the chair is about to take off and carry her into outer space where there is a whole colony of bad cats just like Screamer! :)
There really are some better pictures from Christmas, and I have at least one other Christmas post swirling around in my head. Maybe tomorrow...