Christmas Wrapped-Up

So how was Christmas at the home of the Empress, you ask? Just fabulous, thanks very much! Santa filled most of my requests (I guess the monkey's on order for next year), and Zephyr and I have enjoyed playing with our many new mousies and the big spider on the string with bells at the ends of its legs. We also received some nice treats and I managed to sample some delectable goat cheese over the weekend. Simply divine!

Our big present was a leopard-print kitty cave, a black-lined tunnel that's soft and comfy and just the right size to hide or rest in. We've been enjoying it at those times when we need to escape from the hustle and bustle of daily life, if only for a moment.

I had a shock a couple days ago when I heard some horrifying sounds that made me think somebody was torturing poor Zephyr. I ran into the living room only to see The Can Opener had commenced learning to play the guitar he received for Christmas. Something tells me that things are going to get much worse before they get better, when it comes to that lousy thing.

Christmas is long over, but Zephyr still enjoys laying under the tree. He's going to miss it when it's gone. Not me, though. When the tree's disposed of, he can go back to being his usual unphotogenic self, and I can once again assume my position as the cat that gets photographed the most.