In an excess of festive madness Pixie kicked over the two plastic sheep. One has gone slightly yellow and the other is white, but lame and falls over its own volition. The nativity scene was brought from Italy by my grandfather and withstands its annual banishment to a cardboard box in the attic with little distress.
The three wise men are slowly edging closer, bearing their incomprehensible, but desirable gifts. The ikea table of destiny is lengthy and the chance of being booted awry by my fiesty cat is a very real and present danger. I therefore wish them well on their perilous journey to deliver their wisdom and gifts to the son of man.
Pixie is very capricious.
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You’re lucky that’s all she did. She certainly has that look. xx
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You are right. She is capable of anything! X
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I agree, she DOES have that look. I would not be surprised to learn that her tail was whipping back and forth. 😸
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At any moment now!
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Hahaha! Ah, cats…:) One of mine insisted on sleeping on top of baby Jesus in the Nativity scene my mother crafted out of fabric for me years ago. I considered it a sweet gesture, although to be honest, I am not sure of kitty’s true intention.
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They often see more than we think!
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