Pumpy gave me a good wash last night after our guests left. He's a good brother except when he tries to sneak my fudz.

Boxing Day

Oh Christmas was fun.



I inspected the crackers and they were acceptable.



The table was set while we waited for guests to arrive.



And dinner was served.

It's Christmas Eve here in Farnham, England. All the presents are wrapped. The night is peaceful.



Our Aunt Debbie made this mantel cover for us. We're impressed.

Tomorrow Grandma Pat will be here and the beans are cooking Christmas dinner.

Our litter is clean. We've had our fudz.

All is well.

We want to thank all of our friends out there in the blogsphere for blogging with us and we want to wish you all peace and a joyous New Year.

Yule like this.

This morning a certain woman in this house got up before sunrise and drove to Salisbury Plain.

...to celebrate the Winter Solstice...

Here she saw a beautiful woman.

And listened to the drums welcome the sun on the shortest day of the year.

It's all downhill from here. We can now look forward to longer days and more sunbeams.

If you'd like to learn a bit about Pagan beliefs, then you should go here.

Happy Yule, everyone.

Peace,
Pearl.

Pumpy got a bag of cheese stuck on his head. There was a loud ruckus in the kitchen and the beans found him like this.

Normally when we have guests in the house I go upstairs and sit under the bed. However, I decided to join in the party fun and so here I am sitting carefully amongst the guests. Thankfully nobody tried to stroke me (without my permission) yet they did play charades and so I had to leave the room. I really hate charades.

Yesterday it rained and rained and rained and rained. The dog got depressed and I joined the woman for a lovely afternoon nap.

Today there's a Christmas market in town and the beans are off to buy free range eggs and home made bread. I'll stay here and sleep on the radiator.

That is all.

Hello.

I understand that we're having a few people around for fun and games tonight. It will probably be like this:



Bwhahaha. Not really.

I've got to run. I think Pumpy's on the kitchen counter and I just heard a plate crash. Really!

Hello. It's beginning to get Christmasy around here. Remember that cheesy cone tree we had last year? Well, it's back. But I hear we're also putting up a proper tree this year as well. And by proper tree I mean the one they drag out of a box that's stored in the closet. It's not real, yet I still like to chew on it.




And here's our Christmas picture this year. Notice how Pumpy and I are all like "WTF?" (pardon my French). We're not really into that group photo thing and we pretty much refused to cooperate and ruined any chances of a decent Christmas card this year. Heh heh heh.