The Stockings Are Hung...

We've been very, very good this year. Well, except for that minor cake tin/raw chicken eating incident. And all those times Lady went psycho when the neighbor dog walked by. Oh, and except for the 204 times Lady snuck downstairs and ate the cat food and got into the litter box.

Okay... so one of us has been good.

Christmas is almost here. The stockings are hung, gifts are wrapped, and cookies are baked. Now all that's left is the waiting for that big man in the red suit who brings treats and toys. Here's hoping he's feeling extra generous, jolly, and forgetful.