Merry Christmas

 Merry Christmas to all the furriends we've made in Blogger since way back when Angel Orbit started it, Angel Cleo took over and now I carry it on. You're all special to us, and me and dad enjoy visiting you all when we can and we appreciate your visits and all your comments. 

Really, dad?

 Oh Good Gosh. Dad, ever the late bloomer, has discovered AI. As if Lunapic and Picture to People weren't enough. I'm so sorry, all. Bear with it, okay?

Come on, girlie, you gotta admit- that's your expression pretty much 95% of the time...

Festive Feline Foto Op

 Ol' Smudgy Pants is getting in the Christmas spirit- well, there's our little tree and there's Smudge- so, yeah. 

You know, dad, I think my velvety charcoal furs blend nicely with the chill glow from our tree, don't you?

Of course, of course. But what I find amusing with these pictures is where you're perched. You're all nice and cozy and relaxed as usual- 

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Really? Again with the footrest thing? Let it go already. Just enjoy the fact that I've been sitting with you guys. Sheesh.

No Post This Week

 The boy genius says he's busy. Says he's not feeling it. Creativity's not flowing through his thick, aging, balloon-like noggin. He's actually on vacation this week. I swear, do I have to do everything myself 'round here?

Footrest Favoring Feline

 So, I know we've shown photos in posts past of our sweet Smudge on my chair's footrest,

But she told me to go ahead and post more anyway since she knows how adorable she can be.

Since she's most definitely grown more comfortable with us and has continued to develop routines,

she's taken to claiming her spot on the footrest pretty much every night while her mom and I sit and watch tv.

Though her favorite, hands down, is the one on my chair, she surprised us the other night by balancing on her mom's.

I say balancing because the footrest on that one is just barely wide enough for her, umm, circumference, shall we say. 

Easy there, big guy- you do realize mom's just being nice when she talks about how "cute" your muffin tops are, right?

Okay, my bad. Anyway, as annoying as it can be at times, Smudge pretty much owns the footrest. Sure, she occasionally curls up on one side or a corner, but 99% of the time she takes up the prime acreage.

And we've learned to be alright with that. 

Damn straight.

Needless to say, please forgive the overabundance of footrest fotos. Sometimes I just can't help myself.

Understatement. . .