Loved the pictures of your "boyz" here is a picture of "My Girl".
Rachel came over to decorate my tree with my kids as she has never done it before. After stringing up the lights and throwing on a few decorations we were taking a cobbler break and Josh heard something and went in the living room and this is what he found.
The picture has not been photoshopped (except to correct the dreaded yellow eye) but Rachel did crop it and add the Christmas border to make a card for us.
Looking forward to soup tomorrow....
M
What a cat! That story reminds me of "Pierke", the cat I had as a teenager. Pierke one time jumped into the tree (I saw her "fly" across the room from the corner of my eye) and she took the entire tree down. Needless to say, the living room was a mess. It took me & Sean a few hours to try and "fix" the tree before my family came home. Of course, with us being the youngest in our families, we never really had to partake in helping "decorate" a tree. (which of course was fine by both of us!) As such, our "fix" of the tree was horrible. It took my eldest sister, T., the entire day to undo what the cat did and to undo what we did. A good Christmas memory!
Ok, I am going to go eat some microwave modified food!
CG
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Soup tomorrow. 11:30. Meet under the yellow plane around 11:20 or so?
sounds good!
I will see you then!
My tummy is already growling with the idea of soup!
I remember Pierke! Waiting on the stairs to bite the tows that pass him by. And the story of the 'ghost' in the cellar.
What could have been the real ghost of the Pinewood Drive Killah because Pierke was upstairs when you heard what you thought was him playing with some cabinet door.
u know RDW, we never did figure out that ghost thing. However, I don't care what anyone says, I believe in some kind of afterlife -because there was something in that basement.
Pierke was a lovely cat, so long as your name was "nancy" . . . everyone else got attacked by her. Josh reminds me of what Pierke could have been like if she wasn't mentally unstable . . .
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