I’m dreaming of a glowing flamingo Christmas…well OK doesn’t really roll off the tongue like the song…but he is fabulously tacky!
The ever elusive Keek the upstairs cat Shamus hears but can never really see…
The stockings were hung and filled to capacity by the stairway with care…course I’m sure everyone has been peeking into theirs as they walk by…
This year’s wicked cool Christmas tree…can’t quite see the wee purple lights for all the dangly deals…note the 2 gifts that still say Amazon on them…Jim couldn’t wrap them while I was in the room…I may just open those one’s 1st!
Sunset 7 days and counting to the great Christmas Chaos…
Oliver sewed a bed out of felt…he’s now working on making a Jack Skellington to sleep in it.
Try as we might, getting Shamus to be a happy Christmas boy just didn’t work out…
Sitting up waiting to leap from the chair
Noticing that the antlers are too heavy for his neck
Looking at Oliver pleading for an escape
Forlorn…poor baby giving up
Oliver can dress like a puppy for Christmas just fine!
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