Rather than dwell on how incredibly shit I have been feeling lately, how my Mother is driving me mad, and how Christmas is heading towards being some sort of emotional disaster..... I would much rather look at something far happier and cuter.
It was recently Isabella's First Birthday, so we of course had a party to celebrate, and invited other feline friends. Diablo briefly showed his face to look at the birthday cake and put on his party hat, but spent most of the time hiding under the couch. Meanwhile, Zaphy and Isabella used the hallway as a racing track. There was cake and party hats, and even coffee for the humans!
This is about the closest that all three cats got to each other all afternoon!
They just all look so cute!
What is interesting is that when I told people about having the party, more often than not, people shook their heads and called me sad, and a little pathetic. Can I just tell people that that is *not* the sort of thing you should tell a person who has *depression issues*, and who is talking about the only thing that provided some lift and happiness!??!!??!!
Enough of that - go back and admire the cute little kitties again.
