Thursday, December 22, 2005

holiday potluck; naughty cats

When we moved to this house, Dan banished the pets to the lower story at night. Since Steven and I both have allergies and asthma, and Bill has a light tendency towards the same, the doctors did not want us sleeping with our cats cuddled up next to our heads and in our armpits (the favorite sleeping positions of all three cats!). The dog cannot climb into the bed, but he would sleep right next to it on a big dog cushion. So Dan put his foot down, and our babies sleep downstairs.

When Steven and I went to the grocery store the other day, we got the Christmas presents for the cats. We got them these really cool cat bed/cloth tunnels with built in zipped pockets to fill with catnip.

When I came home last night from work, someone had left the door open between the upstairs and the downstairs. Let's just say that the kitties approve of their gifts.  Much cat herding in the middle of the night followed. Now every time that door opens, there is at least one furry orange body flying through it, making a bee line to the Christmas tree.  The kitties are a hoot, and I cannot wait to be able to officially give them their holiday gifts.

Only one more night at work and I will be free as a bird for four lovely days!

Tonight I went to a holiday potluck and gift exchange with a bunch of friends. We all ate way too much food and had a lot of fun. One of the ladies brought in a wonderful spinach dish, another some awesome homemade cream of broccoli soup, and there were other wonderful homemade dishes as well. Food is soooo good when you don't have to cook it yourself!

Made great strides today in getting the gifts wrapped. It helps when the kids are both here to keep each other company. Another hour or so should do it. And then I only have to make one more grocery store trip before the holiday and everything should be all set and all happy!!!!

John Lennon's Free As A Bird:

Free as a bird, it's the next best thing to be. Free as a bird.

Home, home and dry, like a homing bird I'll fly as a bird on wings.

Whatever happened to, the life that we once knew?

Can we really live without each other?

Where did we lose the touch that seemed to mean so much?

It always made me feel so...

Free as a bird, like the next best thing to be. Free as a bird.

Home, home and dry, like a homing bird I'll fly as a bird on wings.

Whatever happened to, the life that we once knew? Always made me feel so free.

Free as a bird. It's the next best thing to be.

Free as a bird, free as a bird, free as a bird.

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