This is Emily.
Can you tell she is the Queen of our household?
Many of you should know her. She is always in my lap when I talk to you and quite a lot (but not all ) of the typos are her doing.
I remember that awful time when Caitlin was 2 and Mariah was 12.
If one of them wasn't pitching a fit , the other one was.
It was Christmas and I was trying to get through the lighting of the Advent wreath without Caitlin blowing out all of the candles and /or Mariah having a melt down over the phone ringing.
So, here I was smiling my best Christmas smile through clenched teeth, whe Emily comes rubbing up agianst the candles wanting to be petted.
Did you know a cat will burst into flames very quickly?
I tried to beat out the fire with the Advent book, which greatly alarmed the flaming feline.
She leaped from the table and took off like a comet , with the family in "hot " pursuit.
Tom ended the conflagration by pulling gramma's ancestral afghan off a chair and putting her out.
Miraculously, her skin wasn't hurt, but she was just about naked and horribly embarrassed about the entire ordeal. She came out of it a great deal better than the afghan.
Add to my children's Christmas memories , the scent of "house cats roasting on a open fire."
Yes, that was a good one on the sunnyside.
Have a happy day and may all your pets be uncooked this season.