This was Christmas morning here at Dream Acres, here on Walton's mountain in the land of Narnia. It is back to being green now, but I just wanted you to see how it looked on Christmas Day.
Another snap from Christmas morning. This one of Idgy opening her stocking on my bed at 8am. This is a Moment with a great big capital M. I am so thankful for this lovely moment, this little girl time, still opening her stocking with me.
Now there were other people, three hairy little people, who didn't get a mention yesterday. they had Christmas too and have complained bitterly that I didn't show you their fun day and prezzies.
Hank, as senior cat, got first dibs on Mr Mouse. Now don't be fooled by Mr Mouse. He is no normal stuffed toy. Oh no, this little guy is stuffed full of my 'Meow Mix' that I used to use when I made hundreds of cat nip mice every Christmas as part of my sale stock.
With a bit of persuasion Hank is prepared to share Mr Mouse with his fat pal Berti.
Hmmmm isn't Mr Mouse a popular fellow. Cats are now prepared to come to blows over moouse rights. But hey, that's life cats can share now and then.
Uhu, oh no, there is sharing with your cat pal, and then there is sharing with a ferret, oh no, just SO not happening guys. It's My mouse and you ain't getting it!
It is at this point that all hell breaks loose, the gentle scene explodes into flying fur, wrapping paper and 2 cats leaping over the furniture as Harry the ferret gives chase.
Ah the joys of an animal Christmas…….
Still on animal note. When we got back the other night I noticed a definate aroma in the living room. I did of course do the search for anything untoward in the left-by-pussycat-gift department. Nada. Yesterday the smell was definately lurking. I was getting so paranoid i was on hands and knees sniffing the floor. I was losing the plot.
Where was that bloody smell coming from. I even washed the floor for goodness sake.
Still the smell.
Last night Hank started playing with Mr Mouse. dear Mr Mouse who had been lying on the rug in front of the fire. Lovely Mr Mouse who suddenly made the room reek even more. The smell was him! Oh Lord, my 'Meow Mix' has deepened and strengthened with age, valarian is never a pleasant smelling herb at the best of times, but doubled up and stewed for a year and stuffed into a mouse in obscene quantities that would leave your average cat nip mouse stunned, it really, really was a power all of it's own.
Mr Mouse has been evicted from the living room. Mr Mouse is now a transient who moves from kitchen, tomud room to bit of the diningroom. Mr Mouse is still greatly loved by the pussy cat boys, but oh Mr Mouse is not loved by me.
PS THANK YOU all so much for your amazing comments and emails yesterday. You guys made me cry all over again and feel Thanks all over again too. You know miracles do happen, when you least expect them, they are there, right there in front of you. I am so very thankful for my Christmas miracle. For anyone out there hangin' in there, hoping, wishing and praying for something – stay with it, hold on, hold hard, really see it and let it happen.