The peaceful sleep of the innocent insane kitty at Christmas
Well, here it is, the American holiday of choice, for the most part, and it's bittersweet. I miss my baby boy cat, who would have spent his 12th Xmas with me. It hurts.
On the other hand, I have my seven furkids, my SO, and the survival of almost an entire year with an MS diagnosis. So yeah, bittersweet. I try to remember the spots of brightness, not the spots on my brain. I am encouraged by medical developments and happy with my own health in terms of MS (but the days off are taking a toll on my diet!:p).
We had a nice Xmas, with lots of cheer and happiness and some really cool gifts and mad kittens racing about, well, madly and running into things. We have stockings and lights and a Charlie Brown Xmas tree... and well... it's not bad at all.
May all have love, happiness, kindness, and peace and joy this season and always!