In which the moon tries hard to outshine our neighbors' completely over the top Christmas lights (you can't see them flashing, here);
Moth discovers which parcel contains the catnip bananas;
and Gramsci appears to be sleeping off his Christmas dinner.
Merry Christmas Kate, Alice, Gramsci, and Moth. What beautiful wrapping paper--but not as lovely as Moth's particolored coat. Hola from San José, CR!
ReplyDeleteHola and Happy Christmas to you both! (and WG back home, of course). Moth only likes to pose against paper that suits her ...
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