What Makes Me Cranky At Christmas….

Yesterday would not have been Christmas without the annual (five Christmas’s running) Christmas photo.  This year involved having a Santa hat tied under my chin with a bow (pure hell) and my having to sit purrfectly still for the snapping of bright lights going off in my face and eyes.  “The Kitty Katy” is “exempt” from this tradition.  (“Exempt” being my new favorite word, see previous blog.)  I will tell you, there is nothing that makes me crankier.  I would rather have my nails trimmed and my ears cleaned.   AND at the same time.  There is always this “delay” with the new cameras.  “The woman” presses the button and I am purrfectly posed, but then the finished picture makes it look like I shook my head.  So snap-snap-snap-snap-snap-snap.  And then she wants the side angle.  And then she wants the “sex-kitten” pose.  WHAT UP?  Take the picture already, or the next pose you get will be the “cranky cat” pose.  I have been purrfecting that one.  I have an excellent role model.  “The Kitty Katy.”   Mrrr-ow……….more later……….T.W.`