Posted by on Dec 27, 2015 | 17 comments

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I’m working off a few grams so my tux will fit perfectly.

Well, I happen to be dressed all year long for New Year’s Eve, so I’m quite lucky–no cleaning bills, moth holes, and that sort of thing, but speaking of Tuxedos (as in kitties), my friend the doggy, Mya, sent me this article from the Guardian about a rather amazing kitty who came back for Christmas after SEVEN YEARS!

That’s about it for today as I have the funniest feeling that those suitcases on the bed mean something approaching that I am going to have to deal with soon.  Isn’t there some way just to stay put and let the New Year roll in and over me? Uh, oh, here comes mama with the Beaphar

But, at least I’ll be nice and relaxed for the parties when they rouse me out of my nap.  I had better clean my party clothes right now…

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Well, I’ll start with my dancing shoes…

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Next, the legs

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Now for the bod

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What the heck, I cleaned mama up while I was at it