And finally on Boxing Day...

No more cat toys Dad...we're pooped.


Rook, under glass.


You look like a cat I know, but you smell faintly of Windex...


Please, please don't do the "I'm your reflection" routine...


There was turkey. There was wrapping paper. There were cat toys. You chased us around with a camera all day. Now, just let me be. A cat can only take so much, ya know?

Just hear those cat toys ringin', a jing-jing-jingling...

Some shots of Bishop playing with her new favourite toy...

Too deep into the Bailey's and coffee for captions...

Happy Holidays to all the cat lovers out there!

Proof of serveral cat facts...

Proof that the sound of purring CAN be caught on film.


Proof that cats will ALWAYS move just in time to make you miss the best picture.


Proof that Bishop is, in fact, part puppy.





Proof that she is also a reincarnated fashion model.


Proof that even I can't power nap more than my cats.

I guess this needs a title...

Getcher hand off my butt!


Sooo sleepy...


Doesn't this make you want to say "Awww..."?


There seems to be some mistake here. Let me in dammit.


Somebody told me there were treats hidden in the blanket.


Yes, I am this pretty.


Go on. Everybody..."Awwww"...


Turn off the flash! I'm trying to get my beauty sleep.


If I can just tuck my head under my ribs...


Maybe if we don't look at him, he'll put the camera away.


This guy used to fit IN my hand. Sigh.


No caption necessary for this level of cute.

Shoulder Kitties or Polly Wanna Bowl Of Milk?

My watch kitty. Protect those books!


I'm weewy sawwy. Pweeze wet me out of kitty jail.

Disclaimer! Bishop is NOT in kitty jail. She's on the stairs!

Bestest friends. For the moment.


Still the bestest of friends.


That's Rook on my shoulder. If I look scared, it's because I am.


Brawk! Bishop wanna herring!


What're you lookin' at?