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Friday, December 26, 2014

This is how kit-tays spend Christmas

First, they spent some time chilling out. Murder (or Mayhem, I can't fucking tell) cuddled up against Mrs. Wolves behind:


 Meanwhile, Mayhem (or Murder, I can't fucking tell) curled up on the top of my chair, which of course makes it pretty much impossible for me to sit there. But she was comfortable, so there's that:


Once nap time was over, it was time to lie in the sun. And then fight:



And fight:



And fight:


And that's Christmas for a kit-tay. Aren't you glad you asked?

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