I’m a bit sad: my chocolate chip cookies have gone all flat. I must’ve overworked the butter and sugar. Oh well. The rugelach turned out stunning. And the tree’s up, although SOMEONE is more interested in the camera:
She likes the tree. Has no idea what it’s about, naturally, so our (my) Christmas Eve excitement is a little premature. I am pleased we have snow on the ground for her first Christmas, even if she’ll never remember it.
There are a few presents for her, some very nice basic wooden toys, and then I’ve wrapped an empty box or two for her to tear to bits. She likes that: crinkly paper, shiny things. In fact, she is more of a hazard to the Christmas tree than either of the cats: the lights make it a magnet. She crawled halfway across the room towards it, then lay on the carpet panting, just short of grabbing the lowest-lying ornaments. She’s starting to become more mobile. Another night or two sleeping on it, and I think she’ll have it down. We’ll be in trouble.
The cats, meanwhile, both had a sniff around the tree. Quinn decided to ignore it. Zeno lay down underneath it and began another endless round of grooming himself.
A few more things to do in the kitchen, and then I can sleep.
Merry Christmas Eve,