This is how it happens. You get one cat. Then you get another. Then you stop thinking that talking about your cats is boring to other people. Then you buy Christmas stickers in the scrapbook section of Michaels and it’s suddenly out of control!
When they sat like that, as if they were posed, how was I supposed to resist? The stickers, well, they were just a silly whim. The finished product is on our fridge and not going any further. Except by text to my brother so he would groan. And by email to my Mom. And to our friend Eric. And now here. But no further! Meowy Christmas!