Anyway. As promised some time ago, here are some Christmas photos of cats and other animals...
This is Arthur, who is very very noisy and whinges all the time.
This is Gandalf, who was out for most of the day and therefore barely seen. He is Arthur's brother, and much quieter.
This is Merlin. She's a girl. No, really.
This is why we don't ask Paul to smile for the camera.
This is a photo with an unoriginal caption.
This is what Christmas does to you.
Today, I put a small hole in my Christmas money... I went to the big new Matalan in Cape Hill to find a new black cardigan. I got a wide, turquoise belt to wear with all my trousers that don't have belt loops (specifically my all-purpose black ones), and found (then put back) some nice black/grey tweed trousers, which looked nice but were far, far too warm. I managed to find a cardigan as well. Of course, being me, I found a big gay rainbow one with silver glitter knitted into it.
I like the photos where you can't see my face the best. :P
Especially because it means I can camwhore without guilt.
Although this is just to show the colours.
Yeah, there's a picture of Orlando
More weirdness earlier whilst getting stuff out of the upstairs cupboard to put the tree and stuff away, incidentally. One of the music boxes on the shelf suddenly started singing at us; it's a ceramic one of the Snowman that sings the theme song, and you have to move a little metal arm to make it work. I'd accidentally hit the free-standing shelves on the other wall but they're nowhere near the one the music box is on, and the box itself is far enough away from where we were standing that neither of us could have moved it. There's something in the house, and it seems to like the top landing. Which just goes to prove I was right, because I've never liked that landing at night. :P