Happy Caturday, one and all!
Hopefully, cats everywhere were able to enjoy a peaceful and tummy-filling Christmas Day yesterday. Mine definitely did!
Midnight, featured here, was the "King of Christmas," yesterday. He was in everyone's faces during gift opening and had to stick his nose into everything. Everything. And if it had a feather, all the better. Seriously. He hissed at one of my boys at one point to keep a feather to himself. All in all, he had a very busy day, and earned a well-earned nap.
Gabby, here, did not partake in the same silliness that Midnight did. She's just far too aloof for that nonsense.
Now Bella, Bella is my cautious cat. She'll examine everything three ways and sideways first before engaging, and the only thing about Christmas she felt was worthwhile was the boxes, each of which she had to explore individually. And that, it turns out, was pretty exhausting too.
(full disclosure; I actually took this picture last week but neglected to post it. It's suitable for today)
(I love this picture)
And Trinket was just... confused.
