Sneezers Greetings

Creepy Cat in Hat. Creepy Sweater Guy Hugging Cat. Creepy Big Dismembered Cat Head. Oh Geesh, this is all just to intense for me. Sure would love to know the thought processes involved in taking one's studio portrait with one's cat wearing a wee Santa hat. Sure would love to know the cat's thought processes while I'm at it too, but it may just be that the cat knows all too well that the Creepy Sweater Guy owns the opposable thumb in the family and that's the key to his Future Fancy Feast supply. He ain't no stoopid cat.

I'm on the jet plane tomorrow morning early back to Florida. The family party was great, no one overturned any tables and there was a lack of gunfire. The only problems were caused by Elias who took to throwing his huge bowl of tortellinis over his head one by one until he was discovered by a certain grandma at the next table when she was hit on her head. Then it was discovered that he had blanketed the floor with his fat little fists of tortellini, one at a time. I guess being not quite one has some advantages. You can throw tortellini and everyone thinks you're cute as hell, you can pee wherever you want, and you never have to make sure you have your keys on you. Perhaps I will have a few pictures tomorrow, and we will take a bit of a break from the Creepy Santas.

One of these days I will probably be thrown off Google Images.