A cat probably wont eat the drapes, but he might climb them to see what the room looks like from the ceiling.

Apparently, Whisker Licken crunchy treats are the new favorite of my three cats. Theyre pulling new stunts to get to them. Even now, Ive had to edit this thing three times because Lacie has sat on the keyboard for them. Atleast she didnt reprogram or restart the thing. Yay for small favors.

Rascal, atleast just sits on top of the mouse (and, at times, my hand) and merely attempts to steal my glasses off my face.

These cats are entirely to spoiled. But if your a cat owner, you knew that already on principle. Cats will bend their humans to do their bidding. We are trained well. For those of you who say something like "ah, no...my cats are trained, not the other way around", Id very much like to know what fantasy world you live in.

Ive grown up with cats all my life, but it seems to me, we let Lacie, Rascal, and Riley get away with a heck of a lot more stuff than Mike and Peaches EVER did.

Mike and Peaches would have NEVER been permitted to walk across the kitchen counter in order to get to the bay window (granted, the bay window wasnt there then, but thats not the point). I remember mom breaking up Mike and Peaches when they 'fought'. Now, we happily egg them on.
I always got scolded for 'dropping' bits of dinner for Mike if he was underfoot. Rusty had a chair at the table. And a bowl.

Rascal is permitted to sit in aforementioned chair, and can sample whatever I give him, but he doesnt have his own bowl.

Oh. And for those of you who are about to haggle me on the dangers of giving cats people food, dont worry. They dont like people food all that much. So far, Rascal likes the pork loin from last night, and Im pretty sure Lacie like Clam Chowder. Vienna Sausages are okay, and if sardines count, Lacie prefers hers with mustard, while Rascal likes Louisiana hot sauce. Dont ask. Blame Dad.
Other than that, they turn there nose up at people food. Theyre perfectly happy with standard Science Diet dry.

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Today started the discussion of Christmas baking. Sort of. It came up last week sometime with a "What cookies do you want to make?".

The arsenal of goodies to be sent out has changed quite a bit over the years. When I was a kid, they included basic cookies that my sister and I 'painted' with icing made of egg whites (or yolk? or both? I dunno...) and food coloring. We also had this gadget that made cookies in really cool shapes. That thing was cool. The shapes were neat and it was fun to play with.
The only problem was that the cookies werent all that good. Very bland. I didnt even like the dough all that much. Which is saying something. It came with its own recipe because the dough consistency had to be specific.

Neither of those get made now.

A few survived. Cookie kisses are a must. Hershey kisses wrapped completely in dough and covered with powered sugar. Walnut cookies are in there, along with oatmeal and Neiman Marcus. My mother also makes up a few loaves of strawberry bread.

At some point in time, we may get around to watching my two favorite Christmas movies: Die Hard and White Christmas. Watched some of White Christmas already. It was on Lifetime. Nevermind that I had just brought the DVD. I still watched it on TV, with commercials. Now, for Die Hard.

I swear, no matter how many times you watch it, it never gets old.

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