Post Christmas Scenes from the Cats

WAFFLES:  How about a Christmas kiss, Boss?

KATIE:  How about NOT.

WAFFLES:  What if I meet you under the missile paws?

KATIE: You mean mistleTOE? Same answer.

WAFFLES:  Fine, Hey Boss, this one totally smells like KFC. Extra crispy. Definitely extra crispy.

KATIE:  Waffles, I'm pretty sure Santa doesn't do his Christmas shopping at KFC. 

WAFFLES:  Duh, Boss. He's got elves for that.

KATIE:  Ok, but he's still got to fly all the presents, and in your case fried chicken, from the North Pole to here. In his sleigh. It's going to be way cold by the time it gets here. And definitely not extra crispy.

WAFFLES:  Doesn't he have one of those warmer thingies like the pizza man has? 

A Meowy Mountain Christmas

We hope you enjoy a few scenes from our first family Christmas here in the Colorado mountains. We are so very blessed to have a warm roof over our heads, delicious food on our table and presents under our tree. Ok, so our Christmas tree is actually outside and the presents were technically under a table behind the sofa.

We are most thankful though, for the love of family, friends and you, our dear readers. From our hearts to yours, Happy Holidays.

Here are a couple of scenes from our Christmas Eve dinner. In year's past, Waffles got his paws (and teeth) into the beef tenderlioin, but his year the dinner managed to escape his grasp.