There could only be one choice for the final door of the advent calendar — Jesus!
This is Jesus’s tenth Christmas, but he is still as sprightly and daft as when he first moved in with us. For the first few years of his life, we lived in several different places, and he accepted each move, each unfamiliar home, with quiet equanimity. When we finally settled in our upper-storey locale five years ago, he devised a particularly cunning method of entering and exiting — leaping out of or into the bathroom window by means of the adjacent plum tree. This tree is his favourite place to be at all times of the year. It is his refuge from the annoyances of neighborhood cats and squirrels, the predations of the occasional fox, or me and my camera. You will note that his default expression is one of slight confusion — just one of the many characteristics that makes him a particularly endearing feline companion. He looks forward to the festive season as it means a break from his usual Spartan diet of spacefood — if he’s good, he might even get some guinea fowl tomorrow.
Well, Jesus’s birthday is now upon us and, wherever you are in the world and whatever you are doing, he, Tom, and I wish all of you the very best for the festive season and new year!
. . . beasties*
Courtesy of the design genius that is Ysolda, may I present Mousie: a beastie you can knit up in a couple of hours. Such a deft pattern! Such a neat, wee mouse! I liked the first one so much I had to make another. Jesus, as you can see, is not so sure.
Coming soon in Ysolda’s forthcoming collection of knitted treats.
*apologies to Rabbie Burns.
This is what I saw when I looked out the kitchen window a moment ago
Our flat is on the second floor, and Jesus’ favourite way in is by climbing the plum tree and coming through the window. He seems to like drinking water off the leaves when it rains, and sometimes ventures far out into the tree to do this. He doesn’t like being watched, hence the surprised/ disgruntled expression.
We’re off to the hospital. See you later!