The Socialist is now tucked safely away in California. He called late yesterday afternoon, about three hours after he arrived at his grandparents. He did get a room last night, so he was at least well rested. He planned to meet up with a friend of his last night and go see Two Towers again. I'm jealous, but I can use it as an excuse to take myself to see it another night while he's gone.
Last night I wrapped the last few gifts that remained naked while watching "Monk". "Monk" was a repeat, which made it easy to wrap while keeping half an eye on the television at the same time. The O'Beast and Cattitude stayed out of my hair the entire time I was fooling with the wrapping paper, but Kitten made it a point to "help" me while I was cutting the paper to size. I cured her by sticking a bow on the top of her head; after that she was occupied with racing around the apartment in an effort to dislodge the offending accessory while I was able to complete wrapping in peace. She finally conked out (too much excitement, I guess) and I was left with three sleeping cats strewn about the living room.
The big discussion on the local news programs is whether or not we'll be getting snow on Christmas. If we do get snow, it will be the first time in decades for our area. Since I have to travel very hilly, challenging roads to get to my sisters' houses, and since we have yet to discover a way to train the snow to stay off the roads, a large part of me hopes that the nay-sayers will win out and we end up with nothing but rain. I'd be lying if I denied that the little kid in my wants a white Christmas, though. I have an offer from the Elder Sister to stay at her house should the weather conditions get bad. That will be an absolute last resort; I do not want my cats going hungry and lonely on Christmas, even if a twelve-hour fast wouldn't hurt them one bit. 'Tis not the season to miss out one one's canned Special Blend Turkey Dinner with real giblets.
But enough about me and mine. I wish for you, my faithful readers, the joy of giving, the delight of surprises, the warmth of family, the contentment of home and the love of a good cat this holiday season. If you are lacking in the good cat department, see me. There's still time for Santa to work some magic there.
