'Tis the season

Christmas and animals are a bad combination. A partnership designed to fail. Just ask a turkey....

Lila is scared of Christmas lights. Which is a big problem since half the village has outdoor lights up. She barks and tries to hide between my legs, which of course, would work if she was a poodle. But she isn't, and frankly, she looks quite daft getting upset by a giant illuminated Santa.

Ellie and Frankie are braver. They spend a large portion of their day trying to eat the tree. Frankie in particular likes to hide underneath it and pounce on anyone passing. Sadly, the tree is in the conservatory and so no-one passes it. He will sit for hours just waiting, occasionally batting a branch to pass the time. After a few hours, he might pounce on Ellie, who then smacks the living crap out of him. He isn't the brightest cat around because this usually happens on a daily basis.

Ellie also likes to look at the lights at night-time. She talks to them for hours on end.

Charlie and Ozzie have been caught trying to steal decorations. It is nice to see Charlie being mischievous, but there are things that no respectable Christmas Angel should have to endure, and being molested by two overweight and neutered toms is one of them.

Thankfully, Willow and Holly aren't showing any signs of caring about Christmas. Neither allow anything to stand between them and their naps, but I guarantee that as soon as the turkey goes in the oven, Willow will be underfoot until she receives what she considers to be her fair share.

And things can only get worse. Tonight is a full moon.

Hold me.