Catherine Nicolai

She batted it experimentally, and I squatted down beside her, and replaced it with a felted mouse on skis. She reached out again, batting at it, and watching the branch bounce as it was buffeted. I gave up and just unhooked the mouse and tossed it for her.

She batted it experimentally, and I squatted down beside her, and replaced it with a felted mouse on skis. She reached out again, batting at it, and watching the branch bounce as it was buffeted. I gave up and just unhooked the mouse and tossed it for her.

She batted it experimentally, and I squatted down beside her, and replaced it with a felted mouse on skis. She reached out again, batting at it, and watching the branch bounce as it was buffeted. I gave up and just unhooked the mouse and tossed it for her.

She caught it and kicked it under the couch, where she could just barely fit, her hind legs and tail sticking out as she wrestled with her new toy. We decided to move anything breakable up to the higher branches. Crumb came closer to sniff at the boxes and tilted his head as I wound the key on the bottom of a snow globe and tipped it up in front of him.

She caught it and kicked it under the couch, where she could just barely fit, her hind legs and tail sticking out as she wrestled with her new toy. We decided to move anything breakable up to the higher branches. Crumb came closer to sniff at the boxes and tilted his head as I wound the key on the bottom of a snow globe and tipped it up in front of him.

She caught it and kicked it under the couch, where she could just barely fit, her hind legs and tail sticking out as she wrestled with her new toy. We decided to move anything breakable up to the higher branches. Crumb came closer to sniff at the boxes and tilted his head as I wound the key on the bottom of a snow globe and tipped it up in front of him.

A tinny version of the Christmas song played as we watched the suspended snowflakes slowly drift down over a little house not so different from our own. I hummed along and reached out to scratch under his chin. To pups from one to ninety-two. though it's been said many times, many ways, meowy Christmas to you.

A tinny version of the Christmas song played as we watched the suspended snowflakes slowly drift down over a little house not so different from our own. I hummed along and reached out to scratch under his chin. To pups from one to ninety-two. though it's been said many times, many ways, meowy Christmas to you.

A tinny version of the Christmas song played as we watched the suspended snowflakes slowly drift down over a little house not so different from our own. I hummed along and reached out to scratch under his chin. To pups from one to ninety-two. though it's been said many times, many ways, meowy Christmas to you.

I heard a chuckle from the other room and wondered if my appreciation for bad puns had come as a surprise, like my electrical handyman skills had. I heard him bustling around in the kitchen, a drawer opening, and wondered if he was starting dinner. I set the snow globe down in front of Crumb, who got down on his belly and pressed his nose to the glass, still watching the snow fall.

I heard a chuckle from the other room and wondered if my appreciation for bad puns had come as a surprise, like my electrical handyman skills had. I heard him bustling around in the kitchen, a drawer opening, and wondered if he was starting dinner. I set the snow globe down in front of Crumb, who got down on his belly and pressed his nose to the glass, still watching the snow fall.

I heard a chuckle from the other room and wondered if my appreciation for bad puns had come as a surprise, like my electrical handyman skills had. I heard him bustling around in the kitchen, a drawer opening, and wondered if he was starting dinner. I set the snow globe down in front of Crumb, who got down on his belly and pressed his nose to the glass, still watching the snow fall.

Bluebird stood and stretched beside the couch, and I called him over. He sat down beside me, and I put my arm around him, and we looked up at our beautiful tree. I thought it might be a bit chilly for him, and I reached for one of his sweaters in a box. It was an ugly Christmas sweater with reindeer and baubles and candy canes stitched on. I laughed as I pulled it over his head.

Bluebird stood and stretched beside the couch, and I called him over. He sat down beside me, and I put my arm around him, and we looked up at our beautiful tree. I thought it might be a bit chilly for him, and I reached for one of his sweaters in a box. It was an ugly Christmas sweater with reindeer and baubles and candy canes stitched on. I laughed as I pulled it over his head.

Bluebird stood and stretched beside the couch, and I called him over. He sat down beside me, and I put my arm around him, and we looked up at our beautiful tree. I thought it might be a bit chilly for him, and I reached for one of his sweaters in a box. It was an ugly Christmas sweater with reindeer and baubles and candy canes stitched on. I laughed as I pulled it over his head.

He looked at me with consternation and despair, but I told him at least I wasn't making him wear his antlers yet. Come see Birdie in his sweater, I called. He peeked out from the kitchen with something in his hand. He came closer and presented it to me. Some leaves and red berries tied together with the striped twine we saved from the bakery boxes.

He looked at me with consternation and despair, but I told him at least I wasn't making him wear his antlers yet. Come see Birdie in his sweater, I called. He peeked out from the kitchen with something in his hand. He came closer and presented it to me. Some leaves and red berries tied together with the striped twine we saved from the bakery boxes.

He looked at me with consternation and despair, but I told him at least I wasn't making him wear his antlers yet. Come see Birdie in his sweater, I called. He peeked out from the kitchen with something in his hand. He came closer and presented it to me. Some leaves and red berries tied together with the striped twine we saved from the bakery boxes.

He squatted down beside me and whispered, It's mistletoe. I'm pretty sure these are bay leaves from the spice drawer. Hmm. They may still work, though. Probably they do. Model trains and make-believe. There is something about this season, and the month of December in particular, in which becoming a kid again, slipping into that easily delighted state, is more effortless and welcome

He squatted down beside me and whispered, It's mistletoe. I'm pretty sure these are bay leaves from the spice drawer. Hmm. They may still work, though. Probably they do. Model trains and make-believe. There is something about this season, and the month of December in particular, in which becoming a kid again, slipping into that easily delighted state, is more effortless and welcome